The first thing I thought of when I read about Robin Williams’ death was Neil Perry laying on the floor of his father’s office, while his father shouted “No! Neil, no!” in Dead Poet’s Society. Robin Williams was an amazingly versatile actor. We loved him in Mork and Mindy. We loved him in The Fisher King and in Mrs. Doubtfire. He could make us laugh, and he could make us cry. Like Neil Perry, Robin Williams could truly say of his gift, “I was good. I was very good.”
And like Neil Perry, Robin Williams was sad. He was very sad. He was very much like many of us. He was very much like me. Williams had a vision for life that he couldn’t always make true for himself. His was a vision of happiness. Mine is a vision of happiness. Ours is a vision of happiness.
Happiness doesn’t always come just because we are successful or we have achieved a goal. Minor set backs can appear as canyons separating us from our next mountaintop, and we find ourselves in the depths of despair.
Depression doesn’t respond to fame and glory. Those of us who suffer from it know how debilitating it can be. And when we see one of our favorites fall to it, we feel it deeply.
It’s hard to say goodbye to one we loved so dearly. I have no more words, just two borrowed tributes: