Some of my fondest, most cherished memories of being a kid involve sitting around the TV with my parents and (on more than one occasion) my two older brothers- and laughing until I thought I’d throw up while we watched Robin Williams’ movies together. ‘Jumanji’ and ‘Hook’ thrilled me, ‘Mrs. Doubtfire’ charmed me, ‘Patch Adams’ moved me to tears, and I’m fairly certain I drove my parents crazy when I wouldn’t stop quoting Genie from ‘Aladdin’ or Batty from ‘Fern Gully.’
And as I grew up, I appreciated Robin Williams’ stand-up comedy more and more, and his more serious roles in ‘One Hour Photo,’ ‘Insomnia,’ and his cameo on ‘Law & Order: SVU.’ He was just as exciting to watch when he played a villain as he was when he was playing a funny, silly family-man.
The world has lost a tremendous talent who gave many people: my age, older, and younger- the gift of laughter. Whenever someone like this, someone we grew up with, goes like this- it’s like part of our childhood disappears right along with them. It’s heartbreaking.
Depression isn’t a joke, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a sickness, not a stigma. If you, or someone you know is suffering- I urge you to seek the help you/they deserve. You are not alone in this. You are never, ever alone.
R.I.P., Robin. Thank you for all the memories.
No problem! Your costume cracked me up in the best way!