Heartbreaking. So sad to think that a man who could scare away so many of our demons with his magnificent humor could not be rid of his own.
A great Photoshop of a patrician Williams by artist Mandrak
On my kitchen windowsill, I keep assorted knick-knacks and glassware. I’ve had a little blue dancing ‘Genie’ from Aladdin there for many years, and even though he lost his ponytail, I couldn’t bear to toss it because the memory of Williams as that marvelous genie always put a smile on my face.
I’ve loved Robin Williams forever. True, I never watched Mork and Mindy*, but I was aware of him through his comedy routines and movies. As the Genie from Aladdin, one could see parallels between that particular character and Robin. Like the Genie, Robin was always ‘on’; ever trying to please, ever making his masters happy. Robin succeeded in making so many people happy, and he was so beloved throughout the world. But generosity often hides pain, and in Robin’s case it was the hell of depression, addiction, and a bi-polar brain. Despite this, he kept giving and giving, until he could give no more. But the joy he gave in performing, the sheer effervescence of his genius will live on. My heart goes out to him and his family, this is going to be rough. There will never be another Robin Williams, our Genie of Joy.
My kitchen window. It rained this morning. Tears from Heaven.
The image below sums it all up. ‘Genie, You are Free.” Rest in sweet Peace.
*I’ll surely watch it soon.
It’s hard to imagine such manic energy stilled forever. I’m far more shocked and far more sad than I expected to be.
This is so heartbreaking that I hardly know how to react. I’ve always wondered why so many profoundly gifted people have so many demons. Williams died alone and in despair. I’m glad his suffering is over, but I wish it hadn’t ended this way. RIP.
Cat, I’ve always thought there was a fine line between genius and madness (e.g.Vincent Van Gogh) I think one part of it is that the brain is so full of creative energy, and that in a bi-polar, manic brain there are so many things bouncing around in there so damn fast that eventually one cannot stand it any longer. Add severe depression on top of that and I’m sure it’s stressful. I’m not advocating suicide here, but I think I can understand why it might occur. Poor Mister Williams. I wish it didn’t end that way either. I wish he could have continued to get help. I hope he has found peace. 🙁
I think many of us are surprised at the depth of our response to this tragedy.
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