Gibson's finest

Robin Gibson was a writer for the Dawson Creek Mirror. He passed on this weekend.

I first met him when he called the office to note a reporter was shooting their camera flash in city council chambers. The horror, the horror, to quote another writer - Joseph Conrad.  

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While it wasn’t our reporter in the gallery – but that’s how I first met Robin Gibson. He wanted to know who to talk to about writing for the paper. I told him he was in luck. I met him for coffee like all prospective columnists and then he started filing.

It wasn’t much longer after that he met Premier Christy Clark.

It was a big day for him. He was introduced to the premier – who made the time for Robin – as a Dawson Creek writer. The pride in his eyes from that remained until the last day I saw him doing what he does best – the political and community gadfly travelling downtown Mile Zero.

He attended the 2018 Words North Festival and was in his element – a writer talking about writing, with other writers.

All writers tend to read voraciously. He read municipal agendas more often than most. It occurs to me he may have a copy of Stephen King’s Mute annotated up and ready for a writer’s room.

Last May he called me for a ride – and I had him over to the house for a slice of pizza and a beer. Maybe a Pepsi.  He watched Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. He was fascinating by the writing first. Goes that way. I can’t think of a day over the last two years I didn’t see him in my travels.

A wave of his cane, and a finger point or wave over the steering wheel from myself sometimes and away we went – other times Robin and I would stop and solve the world’s problems. Or at least the problems of the day.

He had the passion for writing missing from those half his age – or a quarter of it. It’s something I see in so few – but it was reflected in Robin Gibson.

I looked back today at the last few messages between us. What were they about? Publishing. Creating.

It just occurs to me as I write - he has a three line role already shot last fall for an area movie. About three weeks ago he saw some footage. I’m glad to have played a scene with actor Robin as well.

He wished me Merry Christmas this past year.

I’m glad to have had those last few happenstance run-in evenings at Post and Row over the last month or so.

And all those days throughout Mile Zero. I’m glad to have known, worked, and written with Robin Gibson, writer.

- Rob Brown Managing Editor


Life’s Path - by Robin Gibson


See a path in my mind’s eye, a cool

place in the shade, hear the bees

buzzing + flowers gather nectar with no

rocks in my shoe, life's a wonderful path.


Private places to store thought and prayers,

unlock the gate, a perfect spot to picnic lunch.


Does the path really exist? I believe it is real.

I’ve traveled back to the path many times in my heart.


Sometimes I stumble, and rocks get in my shoe,

the path is steep, and filled with hardship.

Worth the hassle? That is life’s path.



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