I have been pushing it back the past few days, but as I sit here working “Song from a Secret Garden” came on. The music is so haunting, and it finally hit me. Three days ago the world lost something that words just cannot describe. Many have tried, and beautiful words have been written and spoken in the attempt. I have heard and read some of the most beautiful things that I have ever witnessed. I can only think of one other person that has affected people the way Robin Williams’ death has, and that would have to be Princess Diane.
Something has stopped. Something has ended. Something has forever gone. It cannot be replaced. It cannot return. We have to take now, just a minute now to cry, to grieve, to let the tears flow. A heart is broken, many hearts are broken, the shards fall with the tears . . .
Then we remember . . . that face, that voice, those voices, those characters, the man he was, the man he will always be. Because we will always have him and all that he gave to us. The crazy characters he made from Mork to Mrs. Doubtfire to the Genie in Aladdin. The wonderful actor in Good Morning Vietnam, Patch Adams, Good Will Hunting, and Dead Poets Society and I just name a few. This man of so much talent and wonderful goodness. We didn’t know his ghosts, we didn’t know his demons. We knew the joy he gave us with his talent. We will keep that and cherish that forever. We say goodbye to the man Robin, but not to the spirit. That will live on forever, in his work, and in our hearts.