Award-winning actor and comedian Robin Williams died in his house at the age of 63 yesterday, and the cause of death is thought to be suicide by asphyxiation. It’s no secret that Williams had long battled both depression and substance abuse, of which he was fairly open about in interviews and with the media.
However, amidst all the dark speculation and tragedy I don’t want to remember Robin Williams for his flaws and his untimely death. I want to remember the man and the entertainer for his life’s work and for all the joy he brought to me and countless others in his lifetime. I won’t lie, when I heard the news I was shocked, horrified and admittedly a little disgusted. The loss and the circumstances behind his death were almost too great for me to cope with. WHY? Why did this happen to such a beloved figure and role model of mine, to leave this world in such a morbid way? I honestly wasn’t going to post anything about him, and I was settled on that decision until late last night.
But then I remembered something.
I remembered the life of a man whose career spanned nearly 4 decades and whose voice resonated with generations of fans both young and old. I remembered a soul whose talent, charm, energy and humanity were evident in everything he did. I remembered the smiles and laughter that filled many a room while watching Robin do what he did best—entertain. I remembered that we live in an imperfect world.
But I choose not to remember the imperfections of Robin Williams, but rather smile fondly on a career that made my life, and so many other’s lives, that much better.
Thanks for all the laughs, Robin.
You will be greatly missed.