I keep feeling like I…

I keep feeling like I should stop thinking about Robin Williams's passing (stop crying, off and on), get on with the business of the day. It feels strange, almost presumptuous, to be hit so hard; it's not as if I knew him.

Except I did, didn't I? We all did. That was part of why Robin was so good in films like Dead Poets' Society, The Fisher King -- along with the joy and humor, he let us see the fragility, the desperately hanging on. His essential self shone through those characters; it resonated with the fragile, sometime desperation in each of us.

We loved him; on some level, we knew him. And he knew, and loved, us. He made that so clear in his work. I think it's okay to grieve a little longer.

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