Robin Williams (b.1951- d.2014) – Getty Images
“Killing oneself is, anyway, a misnomer. We don’t kill ourselves. We are simply defeated by the long, hard struggle to stay alive. When somebody dies after a long illness, people are apt to say, with a note of approval, “He fought so hard.” And they are inclined to think, about a suicide, that no fight was involved, that somebody simply gave up. This is quite wrong.”
― Sally Brampton, Shoot The Damn Dog: A Memoir Of Depression
I’m at a loss for words.
When I heard about Robin William’s suicide, I wept.
I never met the man, but I saw every film that he was in and marveled at his comedic genius. He was a brilliant comic, and yet he could turn the coin and be a stunning, dramatic actor.
He had charisma. Hell, he exuded charisma!
He made me laugh (the deep belly laugh, tears streaming down my face) and he made me cry.
I am both deeply sad and angry that he died…. way too soon, at the age of 63.
What is so tragic is that in one moment of madness (deep depression), he ended his life. It only takes that one moment.
Life is finite. The decisions one makes in an instant, may have a lasting, irreparable impact on one’s life.
If Robin had taken a few more minutes to think about his options, the blessings in his life, would he have made the same choice?
I think not.
The very concept of suicide breaks my heart.
We all have our own personal religious and spiritual beliefs, but… let’s face it, who among us has died and come back to tell us what lies beyond? Therefore, doesn’t it make sense to make the most of our life (lives) while we’re still here on this earth?
As long as we live, there is Hope.
My heart goes out to Robin’s family and close friends.
He was one of the Special Ones. One of a kind.
R.I.P. Robin Williams. You will be missed deeply.