The news just broke a couple of hours ago, but already I’m ready to be done with the news. The paparazzi will only make it worse, because what good does the endless coverage do?
It’s tragic, and horribly sad.
Robin Williams was one of my favorite actors. Back in the days of Mork and Mindy, my best friend and I would tune in excitedly and dare each other not to laugh. It was a grade school game we’d play—“I bet I can go longer than you without smiling!”—and always, always we would lose our own bets.
He was a fine wit and an exceptional talent. I didn’t pay much attention to his private life or politics, but what I knew I liked. He just seemed…kind. Those twinkling eyes; that impish grin; those endless, bust-a-gut-laughing impressions.
Gosh, how I’ll miss him.
Dead Poet’s Society was life-changing for me, in part because I was young and impressionable but also because of William’s character. “Oh captain, my captain!” How I wept.
Mrs. Doubtfire’s “Hello!” Good Will Hunting’s doctor. The boisterous DJ in Good Morning,Vietnam.
Such a great legacy! Such a heartbreaking end.
I’m sorry—so sorry—that it came down to this. You are in my prayers, dear Robin Williams.
You are loved and you are missed.
Rest in peace, sweet Robin.