O Captain, my Captain!

Like most of the world, last night, I was stunned and heartbroken to learn of Robin Williams. 

He and George Carlin were my favorite two stand-up comedians. I’ve only seen Carlin live, and wish I had pestered my dad more to get me tickets when Williams played Gator Growl here in Gainesville when I was a child (as it was, I stood outside the stadium and tried to listen, but all I could hear was screaming laughter).

Probably like a lot of girls I wanted to be Mindy and wanted a frustrating but amazing friend like Mork. 

Good Morning, Vietnam is one of my favorite films. I loved The World According to Garp (“We’ll take the house. Honey, the chances of another plane hitting this house are astronomical. It’s been pre-disastered.”), the little known Moscow on the Hudson, The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, The Fisher King, The Night Listener (filmed at my friends Beth and Joe’s next door neighbor’s house in New York). His one-shot episode on Homicide: Life on the Street remains one of my favorite episodes to this day. I laughed myself sick through countless viewings of Aladdin, and his voice work as the Kiwi on the Opus Christmas Special “A Wish for Wings that Work” gives me the giggles every single year (“AAAAAAAAAL-batross! She left me for an AAAAAAAAAL-batross!”). I could go on; I’m sure you all have your favorites, as well.

I’ve never struggled with depression. I’ve been depressed, but I’ve never fallen into that deep well that my – albeit brief – training at a suicide prevention hotline taught me was so hard to struggle out of. What that training also taught me was that if you are in that well, it’s hard to reach out for help even if it’s what you want the most. Especially if you have a plan, because that is when you are at your lowest and most vulnerable to those lies depression whispers. So if you, or someone you love, is struggling with depression, reach out. You are special. You are important. You are needed in this world. Depression lies. Addiction lies. Love is the truth. You can get help online at the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline or call 1-800-273-8255 to talk to someone who cares.

Thank you for reading. My heart goes out to Williams’s wife, children, and loved ones. He touched more people than he could ever know.

This will be cross-posted later today to my work FB and G+ accounts; I actually wrote it for them, first, but decided to cross-post here, because my heart is still stunned and silent. I apologize in advance if you follow me there and see this all over the dang place.


  1. Terry

    Although I loved his comedy roles, I love his dramatic acting the best. What Dreams May Come is one of my favorite Williams movies, but I don’t think it will be an easy one to watch now. Moscow on the Hudson is a beautiful film as well.

    My favorite moment is during Good Will Hunting where he talks about his wife. “Ah…! But Will, she’s been dead for 2 years, and that’s the shit I remember: wonderful stuff you know? Little things like that. Those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about: that’s what made her my wife. Oh she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but there not. Ah, that’s the good stuff.”

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