For anyone who knows me well, you’ll know I’m not one to get super emotional about stuff or care really at all about celebrities. I appreciate their entertainment value and the work they do and the way they can make people feel like they are a million miles from home, even though they are in their own living rooms or at a local theater. In short, I see celebrities as relatively normal people, who just happened to be looked at by millions of other people around the world.
Never have I really been this upset about the passing of someone I never actually met. But, at the same time, Robin Williams has been in my life for really my ENTIRE life. He was like this crazy, hilarious, charismatic uncle who I always looked forward to coming around because I knew it was always going to be so great when he did.
When he first came into my life, I was very young and he didn’t even look like himself. He had phenomenal cosmic powers, with itty bitty living space. And he was the best pal any street rat could hope for.
The next time I saw him, he was dressed like a woman! Lol. I thought he was crazy, but he had his reasons.
Then he was this man who played the best game of Jumanji ever, and lived to tell the tale. Which isn’t an easy thing to do with that game.
Perhaps one of my favorite times I saw him was when he learned how to fly. He reminded me then, never forget how to be a kid and have fun. To never grow up.
Later in life I hear him on the radio in Vietnam, protesting a war he was right in the middle in, because damn it if he didn’t, who would? He had such courage.
He was a lovable man with a man of his own, trying to be ever supportive of his child. He changed the views of some pretty stuck up people that night, and had a fabulous drag show to boot.
He was an android who had the dream of becoming the man he already knew he was deep down. It took him 200 years to do it, but he did it.
He became a doctor too! Who healed with laughs, and medicine. He hit a rough patch then, but he always figured himself out.
He was a professor. One time in his career he changed the world of a select group of boys. He taught them, and me, to stand up and fight for what you believe in. To seize the day.
Later in his studies he created this amazing flubbery like substance he could use to make his car fly! And himself too, or at least jump really high. He always had such high dreams to achieve.
Then he met a girl that became the love of his life. He went to Hell and back for her and lived inside a painting for a time.
And then he was the wax carving of a president that came to life and helped save a museum. Which was pretty cool.
No matter what it was, it was always a good time when Robin came around. Even though he was always in my life in one way or another, I never really knew him. Though I wish I had.
But, it’s okay. Even though he will be missed tremendously, I know if I ever need him again he’ll always be there. He’s really just a button press away, and isn’t that what friends are for? And I’ve never, ever had a friend like him.
Rest in peace Robin. You will be missed always, and I hope to one day laugh with you again.