But then I heard that Robin Williams is dead.
Many years ago Robin played the role of Mork, an alien sent to earth to study humankind, on a show called Mork and Mindy. The show was filled with all kinds of silliness, like Mork drinking with his finger.
It always ended with Mork in his space alien uniform, standing illuminated in the middle of a large dark space, delivering his report to his superiors on Ork. His musings on the humans he encountered never failed to touch his audience. At least, it never failed to make this eight year old kid (at the time) feel real feelings. It was marvelous, and I don’t think another actor could have provided Mork with the same soul, the same dignity that Robin did.
A star was born.
Over the years we all had many opportunities to see Robin perform in roles that were silly, dramatic, and sublime. Truth be told, sometimes he irritated the shit out me, but overall, I loved him.
It’s no secret that Robin Williams suffered from Bipolar Disorder and Depression. This man had access to resources, had a loving wife and family, was adored by millions of people. Sadly it wasn’t enough to stop him from taking his own life at the age of 63.
It seems to me that this is a good time to renew the commitment I made back when I first started Bleached Bone Valley:
I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2014 Project. I will blog about mental health topics not only for myself, but for others. By displaying this badge, I show my pride, dedication, and acceptance for mental health. I use this to promote mental health education in the struggle to erase stigma.
If you or anybody you know is struggling with depression, please know that the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is open 24 hours a day, seven days a week at 1-800-273-8255.
Goodbye, Robin. I’ll miss you.