I never thought that I could be so completely devastated over the loss of someone I hadn’t met.
Robin Williams and his comedy was a staple of my childhood; first as Peter Pan and The Genie and later discovering Mork, Mrs. Doubtfire, Armond in The Birdcage (the first R-rated movie I snuck my way into). He was my introduction to standup comedy, all comedy.
I’ve had the opportunity in my career, 10 years plus internships in the entertainment industry, to meet a number of Robin Williams’ contemporaries and it had always been a dream that I would someday meet and work with him but it hadn’t yet happened.
Event though the meeting never happened, I always felt as though it had. Through every character Robin Williams portrayed, there was something that filtered through, something that felt completely genuine and true to the real person.
A friend who did have the chance to work with Robin assures me that I was right to feel that way and that I would have loved the real man as much as I loved his characters.
I’ve never battled depression or addiction so after shock, my first reaction to this terrible news is to feel incredibly angry at this genius of a man who took his own life. It seems like such a waste.
But now there is nothing to be done to change what has happened and I will try to be more understanding in the future to friends battling similar afflictions.
This incredibly sad moment is not truly mine to own, but I feel a part of it, as I know so many others do. Robin Williams the character was loved by so many and I only wish that could have been better translated into his life as Robin Williams the man so that he didn’t experience such a need to escape.
The world will be different without his comedic genius.