Dear Robin Williams

I’m going to tell you something right now, and it’s going to seem heartless: I don’t get emotionally affected by celebrity deaths. At best my body processes a kind of distant mournful shock, the chemistry of which that, if studied, would probably equate to hearing the news that a show I kind of liked has been cancelled.

When Philip Seymour Hoffman passed, I thought, “Oh that sucks. He’s so talented,” but the fact is, I didn’t know him. I’d never met him, and odds are that I would never have shook hands with him. I’m 29-years-old, and all of my life has left me bewildered when I see someone genuinely torn to pieces when a celebrity they never met dies. Don’t get me wrong – it sucks that they died, and I definitely feel an intellectual empathy, but it never quite reaches my guts.

Just fifteen minutes ago, on the way home from a terrible day of work after my truck had broken down for the third time this month, I heard the news over the radio (that in itself being a surreal and quaint idea) – Robin Williams is dead.

They say it might be a suicide, relating to asphyxiation, but I didn’t hear the rest of it because my guts churned like someone had stuck a broom handle in there and started fucking stirring. I blinked away tears that had appeared so quickly it was as if my eyes had gotten the news before my ears had.

Robin Williams doesn’t die. Robin Williams is the totem of comedy, a manic energizing force of nature with a boyish face and hair like six grizzly bears sewn together. Robin Williams is a genie. Robin Williams is Peter Pan. Peter Pan can’t die. What the fuck is that? Why would that happen? Who would allow that to happen?

As a kind-of-funny little boy who dreamed of being a gut-bustingly funny little boy (still working on that), my two idols were Jim Carrey and Robin Williams. They had more juice than a nuclear power plant operating during a lightning storm on the surface of the sun. They were goofy, funny, witty, and both could throw down and be serious when they needed. To call them my comedy role-models would be underselling it – they were my comedy paragons, my comedy Achilleses, my comedy rock gods with six arms and flaming eyes.

I’ve never felt this way before, but I can’t stop crying. It took me three tries to get out of my car when I got home a few minutes ago. As I was changing out of my work clothes I leaned, shirtless, against my dresser and sunk my face in my elbow and shook. I sobbed the big sobs that make your lungs hurt and plug your nose with snot.

I wanted to write this because I’m a funny guy (who will never be an eighth as funny as Robin Williams), and I’m a guy who’s had some down times that I’m not proud of (though, again, nowhere near the down times Robin is reported as having). But I just wanted to say that just because the darkness finally got you doesn’t mean a damn thing.

You’re my fucking hero, Robin. You always will be. You’ve made me smile and laugh my entire life, and you’ve done that a billion times over to billions more people. Most of the silly human beings on this silly rock in the vast void of space have laughed because of you, and there is no achievement greater, no goal higher, no laudable act that deserves more fucking lauds.

Thank you, Robin. We can never repay what you gave us, but we’ll try to pass a few laughs on in your honor. Cheers, brother.

Heaven just got a whole lot fucking funnier.

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6 thoughts on “Dear Robin Williams

  1. wherever

    This was a beautiful post, thank you for sharing. This death has affected me in ways celebrity deaths normally don’t, but he wasn’t just any celebrity.

    Good luck with your career. From everything I’ve read it would seem that Robin Williams loved to encourage young comics, and I am certain if you’d been fortunate enough to meet him, he would have appreciated your work.

  2. May I share this on my blog and cite you? I’m feeling a lot of similar feelings. I appreciate the candor with which you wrote. I also don’t understand how I can feel so convulsingly sad over someone I never met – it is as though he were a part of my family. I’m here if it ever gets hard and you need someone to talk to – you never have to face it alone. – Tim (moviemavensblog@gmail.com) http://www.facebook.com/thjudd

  3. Reblogged this on Robin Williams Memorial Blog and commented:
    This is from a 29 year old fan of Robin Williams.

  4. I couldn’t cry when I first heard the devastating news about Robin because I was in total shock at what happened. When the shock finally wore off, I cried. I grew up with him and watched him on Mork and Mindy. I love that show and I love Robin. Losing him is like losing a close best friend. I never knew him but he always made me laugh. The grief is now lessoning. Robin is and will always be my favorite. He’s forever in the hearts of his family, his friends and his fans.

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