when life allows me to
this is on a whole new level of patience
This is natural art.
HOW IS THIS THE FIRST TIME I’VE SEEN THIS IT’S ALMOST AT 10 MILLION WTF
Yes let’s do it for him.
All of life is a coming home.
Patch Adams (1998)
Almost 5 years ago I got up in the middle of the night and went to wait outside of the box office at the Landmark Theatre here in Syracuse, New York. Now by middle of the night, I mean I was up at 4am waiting for tickets that went on sale at 10am. I remember being with Melfi and getting excited about the seats we chose. 12 rows away from the stage, sitting right in the aisle seats. And then that night came.
November 17th, 2009. Live at the Landmark Theatre. Weapons of Self Destruction. Robin Williams.
My favorite person, that I didn’t know.
I love Robin Williams. He just has this spark that can’t be explained. Well, he had.
I watched Mrs. Doubtfire last night with a friend. It was the first time I watched something with Robin in it since his passing. It was difficult. I didn’t think it was possible, but I actually felt empty watching that film. A few times I found myself saying the lines out loud and maybe a small laugh here or there, but normally I recite the whole script and laugh endlessly. Robin means a lot to me, still. He has a direct line to my funny bone, and he also is an extremely thoughtful, generous, and kind individual. I never got to meet him. I always wanted to meet him more than I wanted anything else in this world. He’s so quick, so witty. Sure, he could have been strange at times, but have you ever caught yourself doing something ridiculous that would be embarrassing to be caught doing? Well he just didn’t fucking care about being embarrassed.
That was my first initial reaction. Just a genuinely lost moment in my life. I know it may seem crazy to be so affected by the death of Robin Williams, but this man was my favorite. I love everything he did. The worst part is knowing he had more life to live, and more joy to spread.
The reason I started writing this post is because today at work I heard someone say, “I don’t care that some actor died; my father has parkinson’s disease…”
How could you say that? I understand that you’re upset because of the horrible disease your father has, but you shouldn’t go around telling people you “don’t care” about “some actor”. First of all, three children lost their father, not just some actor, to suicide, a dark and harmful side effect to not only the drugs he was taking for his disease, but also a side effect to depression, which he also had on top of Parkinson’s. Second, a woman lost the man she expected to spend the rest of her life with, not just some actor, to the same miserable and horrible circumstances his children did. Third, the entire world lost a precious gift, a beautiful human, a wonderful father, an incredible teacher, a spectacular friend and an absolutely marvelous being, not just some actor. He was friend to us all. If Robin Williams didn’t affect your life positively, and if you are not moved by the tragedy that ended his life, then I suggest you keep that to yourself. And if seeing post after post of how people miss Robin, or how they feel incredibly sad about his loss, bothers you, then walk away and keep your mouth closed.
I am not alone when I say that Robin Williams made laughing easy, smiling permanent, or happiness natural. Robin Williams affected my life positively. He means something to me. He means a lot to me. I can’t see a picture of him without immediately feeling empty. I never met this man, yet the loss of his life affects me this deeply. And I’m just some guy who lives in Central New York, who is nothing but a spec in this world. But I’m one out of a billion. I’m sorry that you are struggling with Parkinson’s disease in your family, but don’t throw Robin Williams into the dirt just because your offended.
A legend left this world. I hope to meet him in the next.
Robin McLaurin Williams
July 21st, 1951 - August 11th, 2014
Rest In Peace, my friend.
so when you moving out to Denver?