Tap, tap, tap. Is this thing on?
I had something else planned for this first new post on my recently dusted off blog, but life happens, doesn’t it?
I also debated with myself about which current thing to write about tonight. Hello, Ferguson, MO. But I can’t really form my thoughts about that yet without becoming so angry at the senseless death of a young man and the ongoing disaster that continues to unfold. So, I went with my other thought. Robin.
What a sad week we’ve just had. Some of you might not be too affected by Robin Williams’ suicide, but it really hit me hard. Even now, several days later, I can barely wrap my brain around it. It was shocking, unbelievable, horribly sad, but while it surprised me, it wasn’t surprising (if that makes any sense at all). I’ve long thought that Robin was, under all that brilliance, the astonishingly genius comedy, the amazing dramatic gift, a very troubled soul. And we knew of his struggles; he was never one to hide his issues with addiction and yes, with depression.
I’ve only cried over the death of one other famous person: Katharine Hepburn. Man, she had spunk! Last week I cried over the death of another: Robin Williams. I had lunch with a friend last Wednesday and shared with her that if I were gifted with the opportunity to have a private dinner and evening with a famous person, I’d have to pick two. Katharine and Robin. (Not at the same time, but whoa, wouldn’t THAT be a hoot?!) Katharine for her sense of self, her undeterred determination to live life on her terms and no one else’s. And Robin? So that I could see beneath the public persona and come to know the man himself. And ok, to laugh my ass off, even as tears came pouring down my face, gasping for air and clutching my aching ribs against the next wave of hilarity.
I, like millions of others, will never have this opportunity with either of these people, even were they alive today, but the thought of it, the true enjoyment I know I’d experience, make the wish worth it.
Mr. Williams, rest well, sir. I like to think that the laughter and fun are the only things in your heart and mind now, the depression is gone and that you are, finally, at peace.
If you are having thoughts of suicide, please know there are people who do care. They wouldn’t be at the other end of the line ready to help you if they didn’t. Please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255), 24/7, or any other suicide prevention number, locally or nationally. Because you truly do matter.