Its taken me a few days to try to understand my feelings, regarding the death of Robin Williams. His children, other family members and close circle of friends are foremost in my mind, of course. Their loss is paramount. Those who continue to suffer with similar struggles are also on my mind and in my heart. Beyond that, I must say I feel a bit selfish. And thats what stands out. Im sad for myself. Im sad for the new laughs that wont be coming. The fresh perspectives and twists of reality that will never again be spontaneously pulled from thin air, with perfect timing and perhaps a quirky, slapstick movement, combined with a spot-on accent, and wild facial expression…well…you get the idea. There are so many funny moments that wont be hurled at the camera, and jumping into my world. Selfishly, I say, I needed his humor. It was distinctive and satisfying and it left me worn out. I love laughing out loud and he made it happen. I needed his humor and I still do and I will miss it. It was specific and tangible, and I suppose I just took it for granted that he would make me laugh for years to come. His depth in dramatic roles has stayed with me, as well. Ive cared about all the characters he played. Im so sad. I looked to his work as a way for me to let go, de-stress, recharge and often contemplate. Perhaps selfish, yet it sheds a light on how potent and far reaching his many talents were. Ill remember him with great appreciation and Ill watch all his movies again over time, but selfishly, Ill miss whatever the new stuff would have been.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 02:29:02 +0000