Robin Williams

Dear Dan,

Well, now you get to meet Robin Williams. I’m sorry you two couldn’t figure out another way.

I’d sort of like to be a fly on the wall for the meeting. Two of my favorite funny men, cracking jokes. I don’t know that you would actually be making the jokes, though. You would be like that poor guy during Robin’s first appearance on Inside the Actor’s Studio — the one that had to go to the hospital because he got a hernia from laughing so hard.

Robin William’s suicide brings back so many harsh memories. I feel so badly for the family he left behind. For seven years, I have been trying to do what Robin’s wife said they want to do: “It is our hope that the focus will not be on Robin’s death but on the countless moments of joy and laughter.” I wish them success with that. Mine has been modest and sporadic. Remembering the good and laughing at the funny gets easier with time, but the horror of that night never eases; it never goes away.

I love and miss you, bro.

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  1. I thought of Dan the minute they said the word suicide….as I always do when someone chooses that as their solution. I wish so very much that those of us who love and care for the ones who choose such a final method could somehow see their pain, make it better, get them the treatment they so desperately need. I wonder if that feeling of guilt will ever go away??? doubtful…thoughts are with you Cathey

  2. Unfortunately, people like Dan are so good at hiding the pain. “Laugh, clown, laugh” sort of summed him up. Even those closest didn’t know anything was wrong.

    Robin Williams was very open about his problems, but I guess sometimes there’s absolutely nothing that can be done.

    I don’t think the guilt ever goes away. For me, it hasn’t even lessened one iota.

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