I’m still a little off, after the death of Robin Williams. I feel a bit crazy, being this affected, but I am. And I’m not the only one. I keep running into people who are just as off-kilter as I. And not one of us ever met the guy.
I have openly declared my love for television. It started in childhood and continues to this day. I’m thinking it was my devotion to “Mork & Mindy” that garnered a spot in my heart for Mr. Williams. As his residency there has lasted most of my life, I’m struggling right now, as a fan. I keep remembering the end of each “Mork & Mindy” episode, as Mork told Orson about whatever life lesson he’d learned. Through his telling, I learned, too. And with his weekly sign-off, “Nanu nanu,” I felt as if I’d experienced growth. I was only a child, but still.
I don’t know why the loss of some celebrities/actors/well-known folks is greater than others. Do we somehow convince ourselves these people are our friends? Do we believe we actually know them on some level?
Maybe my own age is playing a part here. Maybe being closer to the end than the beginning of my life story is triggering emotion. I’m not sure. And honestly, I’ve got too much living to do – today – to spend time trying to figure it out.
I’ll leave you with this… In my heartbroken state over Mr. Williams, I came across a gentleman’s self-penned obituary. It made me laugh. And it even brought a few tears to my eyes. Life is truly all-too-short. And sometimes, it’s pretty danged funny.