Laughter disappeared from our universe yesterday. It’s doubtful that, in our lifetimes, most of us will know anyone else with the absolute genius of Robin Williams.
There is so much we didn’t know about Robin aside from his celebrity status. Yes, the years he battled with his addictions have repeatedly been shared by the media trolls but underneath all of it was severe depression. It plagued him. Mercilessly.
I won’t begin to profess any great knowledge on this other than having paternal family members who suffered with this demonic affliction, as shared by a family historian. Even today, those who have similar issues seem to be regarded in an almost uncomfortable, patronizing, manner by others. How ironic that some major physical illness seems to warrant more compassion for an individual than some acute level of despondency which has its insidious grips on that person. Somehow, society seems to follow a road of great difficulty in dealing with most levels of mental incapacitation. People don’t want to understand, most choose to keep a safe distance away even when someone so desperately needs help.
All of this isn’t what brought me here to write today. Robin Williams did. Wonderful memories of his iconic face, brilliant talent and the emptiness he’s now left behind for all who admired him made me just want to note something on his behalf. I tweeted earlier that Robin had me at Mork; from that point on, I was a loyal fan of this remarkable human being. Like many, my heart hurts at his loss and for the unimaginable pain that caused him to leave his gift of laughter behind.
Oh Captain! My Captain! Carpe diem!
You seized the day, Robin Williams! You made our lives extraordinary!