Robin Williams Suicide

Goodnight, Dear Robin…

Robin Williams - July 21, 1951 - August 11, 2014
Robin Williams – July 21, 1951 – August 11, 2014


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.









Ned Vizzini Suicide

It’ll Come To Ya – A World Without Ned

The character in IT’S KIND OF A FUNNY STORY who kept repeating the phrase It’ll come to ya was right. It does come to me. Every once in a while I’ll be reading or writing…just lost in words and I’ll think Ned Vizzini is dead. Yeah, it comes to me. Like a shit-ton of bricks. It slaps me across the face.

I hate suicide.

NED VIZZINI - April 4, 1981 – December 19, 2013
NED VIZZINI – April 4, 1981 – December 19, 2013

Ned Vizzini wrote about a difficult subject, one that quite often gets swept under the carpet. And he wrote it for a young adult audience. It’s comforting, when one is struggling with depression and mental illness, to know that they are not alone. Where a lot of people don’t talk about these issues, Ned Vizzini took them on face-first. To read IT’S KIND OF A FUNNY STORY is to see the face of depression head on. Ned wrote about it so well because he suffered from it. So much so that he ended his own life this past December.

He had an enchanted life. His writing was widely appreciated. He had a gazillion fans. The movie version of his novel IT’S KIND OF A FUNNY STORY (and the book itself is on NPR’s 100 Best-Ever Teen Novels list) was a great success. He had a wife and a young son. For all intents and purposes, he was living the life…on top of the world.

It’s not fair. I hate suicide.

Yeah. Sometimes it comes to me. Ned Vizzini is dead.