Love is a wondrous thing. To feel love for someone you will never ever meet in person is a strange and powerful phenomenon. A lot of us are waking up today to a new reality, one in which Robin Williams commits suicide.
It is an exquisitely intolerable reality.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I just want to scream. I want to start screaming and I don’t want to stop. I lost a dear sweet friend. One who made my life more tolerable at times, less dire. I lost a friend who could, with just a few well-timed words, bring me up from the darkness and make my day a little brighter.
And I never ever did anything in return for this friend. It was a one-sided relationship. He gave and he gave and he gave.
I can’t even begin to imagine how Robin’s family and loved ones are feeling today. Their loss must be so excruciatingly painful.
Wasn’t it always an extraordinary thing to see that man smile.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~ Dylan Thomas
And he did. He gave all of us his extraordinary life. Goodnight, sweet Robin. I love you dearly. Thank you.