I have a feeling that the impact of Robin Williams suicide is going to be felt harder as time goes on. I have known for hours now and it’s only now that I can speak on it and I wept. We didn’t know him but his comedy & his work made him familiar. And you just knew he was a sweetheart. He was the true Liberal, the whirling dervish, a one of a kind smarty pants whose career we all watched grow from TV’s “Mork and Mindy” to Oscar winner. And it seemed that he had it all – I can’t imagine the desperation, darkness and despair he must have felt at age 62, a statesman of movies and comedy. But it just goes to show you – that shit (money, success) doesn’t really matter if your heart and soul is lost in that darkness called depression. Thinking of the funny man tonight. Thinking of us all.
By // by Lynne Jordan
We all have our own demons. Some just choose to stay and haunt us longer than expected. If only someone would’ve checked in on him. Although it sounds like he had this all planned out. Oh the pain his family is in. My heart goes out to them. I still cannot get over it. My daughters said,”my childhood is broken somehow”. True that.