(Cross posted from FB)
It really makes me wonder, what were the last things going through his mind before he took his last breath?
Before you start in, yes, yes, I know people die every day, and few people get as much notice, and blah blah blah. And while (most) deaths are truly sad, the deaths of those we idolized, cared for, looked up to and enjoyed are the ones that will resonate with us, and you cannot blame someone for that.
When I look at my childhood, a very large part of my comedic/dramatic exposure was due in part to Robin Williams. Catching those episodes of Mork & Mindy on TV started it all, but some of my favorite movies growing up were thanks to him- Hook, Aladdin, Mrs. Doubtfire, Fern Gully, and Jack. And later on in my adolescent and teen years I caught up with Dead Poet’s Society, Good Will Hunting, What Dreams May Come, and Bicentennial Man. And even his supporting roles in the Night at the Museum movies, and that ever-so-creepy, yet phenomenally played stalker in One Hour Photo. I basically grew up with Robin Williams. He provided some of the best laughs of my life. And that’s glorious.
But what was he thinking of? Surely he knew the profound impact that his serious roles had on people, as well as the countless lives he probably saved through laughter- however indirectly it may have been. How much light he brought to SO MUCH DARKNESS. How could he not be moved by this? Maybe he was, and maybe it wasn’t enough. Maybe the pain inside him was far too great to bear. We will never truly know.
We lost a great actor today. We lost someone that a lot of, if not ALL of us grew up with. What saddens me the most isn’t that he’s gone, but that he’s gone in a way that makes me think that he truly believed he had no other options.
Robin Williams was a phenomenal person. People that I’ve known that had met him in the past had nothing but good things to say, and he never gave an air of being anything but a professional and a wonderful soul. He touched minds, and he touched hearts. And when you touch someone’s heart, that’s limitless.
I rarely drink, but tonight I raise a glass to Robin Williams. May you be welcomed into the halls of Valhalla and be memorized in the sands of time. Carry on, sir.
As an addendum and in closing- depression is a truly evil, dark, and scary thing to experience. Some may never know, but those of us who do have glimpsed into the darkest pits of the universe. But know- there is ALWAYS a reason to carry on, and there will ALWAYS be help out there. If you think you are depressed, never be afraid of appearing week- talk to someone, especially those of us who deal with it daily. There is always a way.
"All my love to you, poppet. You’re going to be all right. Bye-bye." -Mrs. Doubtfire