It's been 23 hours and I can't stop thinking about you. It doesn't help that the whole world is talking about you today. You've blown up twitter. And Facebook. People are even putting your picture on instagram. More people are chatting about Mork and Mindy than they did in the 80's.
Even the president is talking about you robin. And he has woderful this to say. Of course.
Everyone is reminiscing about you. What a selfless man. What a genius. They're all replaying scenes from dead poets society. You're dinner conversation. I loved your work, but I refuse to talk about it. And I'm hoping you'd understand.
You knew the world loved you. You knew you could make people laugh and then cry. With a single smirk, you'd have the crowd laughing again.
You're a hit today. Now people are anxiously awaiting your yet unreleased films. But guess what? It doesn't seem to matter anymore because today you're not here. I'm not sure exactly where you are, but I know you're not hanging out in Marin county. I know one there is one less belt in your closet today And I know you're no longer laughing.
I imagine you haven't really laughed in quite awhile now. I get, robin. I truly get it. I'm sure you always had to be the life of the party. As the Motown hit goes, "people say I'm the life of the party cause I tell a joke or two. Although I might be laughing loud and hard, deep inside I'm blue.
You must have been blue. Or black and blue. Broken.
I hate that I get it but I totally get it. A lot of us get it. We got it. Good. And it sucks. Bad. Really bad.
But I'm hoping last night wasn't in vain, robin. I know even like this you'll touch the world. You'll get people talking. Depression, bipolar, suicide won't be so taboo. I know through you the will be light shed. And hopefully cash spent. We won't have an issue with too few beds in hospitals. Mothers won't have to weep while their kids suffer. Together we will support mental health. Or lack there of.
Who knows? I know. Robin, I promise I know.
Why? Because I know that feeling of wanting off. Wanting out. Wanting to vanish or hide so far away. I know how sometimes you can try to run from the pain but then it chases you. And sadly, it's faster. You may be suffocating. The feeling is toxic. Debilitating. And no matter what, you can't make it go away.
Robin, I've been in that dark place. I probably shouldnt be so presumptuous to say I get it, but I swear I do. I was close. Closer than I'd like to discuss.
I was so close that I didnt care what came next. Make it go away. Make it go away.
So close that I didn't are who cried. Didn't care who got Hurt. It wasn't my
Problem if you missed me.
It was early spring. Passover for my Jewish friends following along. To be continued
