Though now your voice has fallen silent, you were heard, O Captain, My Captain. You contributed your magnificent verse to this beautiful play called life. It inspired. It challenged. It gave sound to my own voice. You made John Keating real to me. You made poetry matter. You changed my life. You changed countless lives. Still, like many, you were left to battle the demons of depression alone, for not even the adoration of millions can fight the battles that rage inside a man’s head. Those demons opened the door to the monster called Suicide. I’ve met this monster. I’ve looked him in his evil eyes. I wonder how many times you fought him before he claimed his victory. They say everyone dies twice – the day you draw your last breath, and the last time someone uses their breath to utter your name. May you find immortality in this second life. I, for one, will never forget. Farewell sweet Robin.