I was stunned last night when I opened up my laptop after dinner last night to learn that Robin Williams had died.
The man was incredible. There is nothing that I have watched him in that I didn’t love. Every movie, every TV show, every comedy performance has made me laugh, cry, or feel whatever emotions were intended. My kids had seen him in a variety of movies, but it wasn’t until about five years ago that I introduced them to him as Mork in Mork & Mindy. Watching Robin Williams sit on his head, drink with his fingers and try to understand the intricacies of humanity were always funny to me, but they were made even more enjoyable by sharing them with my kids.
It is so strange to me to think that a man who could give so much laughter to the world was filled with so much pain. To think of the amount of pain he must have felt, so much pain that ending his life seemed like a better option than carrying on, is heartbreaking. I have dealt with depression myself, and I cannot even begin to imagine how he must have felt to have reached the point that this seemed like the best solution to his struggle.
I don’t often cry over people I don’t know. But learning that Robin was gone made me cry. He was so unbelievably talented, so funny and so dedicated. He was clearly kind and compassionate, hardworking, and honest. He had a loving family and the admiration of friends and fans everywhere. The fact that he had so much and still felt so alone, so lost and desperate to the point that he was willing to give it all up and die makes me cry. To think that he was so deep in that kind of despair is just heartbreaking.
I can only hope that he’s at last found the peace that he was searching for. There’s a scene in What Dreams May Come where he sees his dog, Katie, after his death. I find myself hoping that whatever he’s found is something like that. Something that makes him happy, that gives him the laughter that he gave to all of us.
R.I.P, Robin. You were well loved and you will be terribly missed.