Although I was not what you’d call a fan, his death was still very sad to me for the following reasons.
1). Sad because in the end, everything he had wasn’t enough.
Robin Williams had a lot of money and fame, but he was still empty on the inside. Yet so many of us continue to devote our lives to the pursuit of the very things he attained, thinking that somehow fame and fortune will fulfill us in spite of Robin Williams being the latest in a long line of countless examples to the contrary.
In spite of gaining the whole world, it didn’t prevent him from placing a ligature around his own neck. His costly possessions and countless fans were not enough to vanquish whatever tormented him and he died like so many others . . . empty and alone.
2). Sad because another soul has slipped into eternity.
The passing of anyone (whether they are famous or not) is a tragic and sobering event. It serves as a nagging reminder of our mortality and that–in the words of the writer of Hebrews–“it is a terrifying thing to fall into the hands of the living God.”
3). Sad because it is a reminder that time stops for no one and death comes for everyone.
Those of us born in the 70s and 80s–who grew up watching Robin Williams–have now lost that connection to our childhood.
The man that so many of us watched on television drink water from his finger, sit upside down on couches, wear crazy rainbow suspenders, and shake hands in the most peculiar of ways with his famous “Nanu Nanu,” is no longer with us.
Robin Williams represented a time when I didn’t have to worry about my health, a mortgage, a receding hairline, a bad boss, Ebola, a collapsing economy, or another war.
Those days of my innocence–like the man who played Mork from Ork–are now gone and it feels like it all happened in the blink of an eye.
Robin Williams’ death is a reminder that we have all gotten older and we are all nearing our end faster than we’d like to admit.
– J.L. Pattison