My wise friend Anne Caprara wrote some powerful words today about why it is so hard for many of us to process the death of Robin Williams -- her thoughts are beautiful and I think many of my FB friends would appreciate reading it: People we dont know die all the time. Like many others, Ive been struggling to understand why the death of Robin Williams feels so utterly personal. The only answer I have is that some people in this world are the bright lights around which the universe spins - when their light blinks out, our world feels colder, darker. But I would leave you with this thought on the script of Robins life. If he had suffered from cancer for 63 years, wed note the remarkable nature of his fight - wed praise him for the persistence of his battle. Wed say, He was so courageous. Im not a doctor. I dont understand depression. But everything I do know about it suggests its just as insidious, just as arbitrary and just as damaging as cancer. And from most accounts Robin Williams suffered from it all of his life. Put in that light, can you see the remarkable nature of his fight? The persistence of his battle? That every day, this man went out and sought to bring happiness and laughter to others peoples lives. That time after time after time he must have stood looking into the abyss and found a way to hold back the darkness with pure strength of will. What cruel, beautiful irony in depression that a man like Robin Williams could bring such total joy to other peoples lives but be robbed of any in his own. He stood vigilant for a very long time. And his life is not a tragedy because that vigilance slipped for one awful minute. On the contrary, it was an example of extraordinary courage.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 01:50:56 +0000
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