Books Robinson

Hello all, I’ve been meaning to make this post. The owner of this account, who went by Brooks Robinson, died last week. I’m his mother, and I am not going to give away his real name or any personal information.

I’ll be frank here, my son lied a lot. He lied twice about his name, his siblings names, and really most things on his account. I’ll give you this, the face he posted was real, it was his. But in his dms he didn’t lie. He loved you guys more than anything, he was too afraid to say it. Please don’t think he lied to you, he’s just very private.

He was a happy boy, at least for a while. He had amazing friends who he went to boarding school with, Tom and Mylo. He had amazing friend on here too, except he stopped talking to nearly everyone after somebody close to him died earlier this month.

As you may know, he suffered with severe depression. When said person passed, he began very irresponsible, in the kindest way I can say it. He frequented parties, never his classes. Tom and Mylo were the only things keeping him alive, for a while.

They got in trouble, all three of them. For what, I shall not say, but they had to fly home. They never got to. Their taxi got into an accident on their way to the airport, and my boy hurdled himself in front of the two. Chances are, they’ll be fine. My boy died in the hospital on the 21st, and his final words were meant for anyone.

“true happiness exists past the boundaries it creates”

Lead the life he’d want you to live. Be bold, be reckless, and become comfortable with being uncomfortable. Stop smoking, stop drinking, stop being lazy. Work on yourself, as he never got to.

Remember that sometimes people are simply meant to teach you how not to act in the future. That wasn’t him. Don’t lie like him, don’t brush problems off like him, don’t be like him now. Be the boy I knew. Be kind, be brave, be selfless, be responsible, and treat other with kindness, just like he did.

Bad moments don’t define you, but I know that’s how he’ll be remembered. He died because he did something bad, he wasn’t bad. Remember that.

Here’s the last picture taken of him. He loved you.

Have a good day, all.