Well, let me tell ya ’bout this fella, Andre the Giant, and his daughter. Big fella, Andre was. Real big. Like, bigger than anything you ever seen. They called him a giant, and that weren’t no lie.
Now, Andre, he had a daughter, name of Robin. Poor girl, didn’t get to see her daddy much. He was always travelin’, wrestlin’ all over the place. You know, that rasslin’ life ain’t easy. Keeps ya away from home a lot.
- Andre was a giant, a real big fella.
- Robin was his daughter, but didn’t see him much.
- He was always travelin’ for wrestlin’.
Robin, she lives out in Seattle now. Big city, that Seattle. Heard it rains a lot there. Don’t know how she stands it. Me, I like the sunshine. Anyways, Robin, she tried a bit of that wrestlin’ herself. But, you know, it’s hard to be like your daddy when your daddy was a giant. Just ain’t the same.
Andre, he died young. Too young, if you ask me. Heart gave out on him, they said. Only 46 years old. Can you believe it? A big fella like that, gone so soon. Robin, she was just a young’un then. Didn’t get to know her daddy like she shoulda’. Makes a body sad, it does.
They say Andre, his real name was somethin’ French-sounding. Andr somethin’-somethin’. He was from France, ya know. But over here, everyone just called him Andre the Giant. That’s what stuck. And Robin, she’s got a long last name too, somethin’ like Christen-somethin’. Hard to remember all them fancy names.
Robin, she tries to keep her daddy’s memory alive. That’s good. A daughter should remember her daddy, even if he weren’t around much. She shows up at wrestlin’ stuff sometimes, keeps in touch with them wrestlin’ folks. Titan somethin’ wrestlin’, they call it. Guess she feels close to her daddy that way.
- Robin lives in Seattle now.
- Andre died young, only 46.
- Robin tries to keep his memory alive.
Andre, he never got married, you know. But he had Robin with some lady. Don’t know the whole story there. It ain’t none of my business, I reckon. But it’s sad, a little girl growin’ up without her daddy around. Makes you think, it does.
Robin, she looks a bit like her daddy, they say. Big, I guess. But not a giant like him. Nobody’s a giant like Andre was. He was one of a kind, that’s for sure. A real legend, some folks call him. And that acro-somethin’ disease he had, made him grow all big and such. Poor fella, probably wasn’t easy bein’ that big.
I heard tell that Robin’s mama, Jean, she was tall too. Over six feet! But even with two tall parents, Robin weren’t no giant like her daddy. Guess that giant stuff just came from Andre’s side.
Now, they made a movie ’bout Andre, a document thingy. Robin, she’s in it, talkin’ ’bout her daddy. That’s nice. Folks get to see her, hear her stories. It’s important to remember folks, especially the good ones. And Andre, he was a good one, even if he was a giant wrestler.
It ain’t easy growin’ up without your daddy, specially when your daddy is someone famous. Everyone knows your daddy, but you barely do. That’s a tough row to hoe, if you ask me. But Robin, she seems to be doin’ alright. Keepin’ busy, keepin’ her daddy’s memory alive. That’s all a body can do, I reckon.
So, that’s the story, as best as I can tell ya. Andre the Giant and his daughter, Robin. A giant and his girl, separated by life and death. But a story worth tellin’, I think. Shows ya that even giants have families, and even giants ain’t around forever. It’s the way of things, I guess. Just the way of things.
