Yesterday on 08/11/2014 the world lost
the funniest man that ever walked across its crust.
Robin Williams took his own life
yesterday.
He was in such a hurry to leave this
world that when slitting his wrist did not work he then decided to
hang himself.
That, my friends,
is pain.
Living your life in so much pain that
the very thought of taking another breath just overwhelms you.
That is depression.
This wonderful man who, at any moment,
could have walked up to a complete and total stranger and they would
have given him nothing but accolades and praise.
That is how
depression gets you though. It tricks you into thinking you have no
worth.
This man who gave the world so much laughter was crying inside.
The booze and drugs were his way of just trying to self-medicate away the pain.
The booze and drugs were his way of just trying to self-medicate away the pain.
Just for a bit,
just a little moment so he could finally draw a full breath.
But no, depression doesn’t allow you
these moments of respite.
Depression stands there and beats on
you.
It beats on you and berates you and
kicks you, even when you are down.
It hits you again and again and again
and again and again
and
again
Mr. Williams didn’t know me
personally but I knew him.
I met him the first time when he was at
Al’s in Milwaukee
When my love affair with Sci-Fi was
just beginning he told me he was from the planet Ork
When I wanted to just laugh, he took
me to the Met.
He played a GREAT board game with me
He showed me the world from Agrabah,
We fought the
pirates in Neverland
And saved the rainforest in Ferngully
And woke me up in Vietnam
He showed me he could be an inventor
and an invention
a doctor and a psychopath
a teacher and a 10 year old boy
A king and a nanny
A President, a
priest, a father, a husband
And
a penguin
Except happy
And now he is gone.
and we are the lesser for it.
