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Loss of Robin Williams

Robin Williams

The media is making a big deal about the loss of Robin Williams.  I’m an avid watcher of the 1st 20 minutes of the TODAY show and they are dedicating the show to him.  They didn’t even introduce other stories, the announcement was made immediately, and here it is 11 minutes in, and they are still discussing him.  But you know what?   I understand the sentiment.

Last night, I was feverish and achy and  tossed and turned the whole night into the morning. I have no idea what’s wrong with me.   Anyway, having left the television on, I heard about his passing.

As my joints and muscles ached at one point or another, I flashed back to my memory of Mork and Mindy.  That silly show “Nanu Nanu” that I could not get enough of.  I watched it and enjoyed it and I still feel the person who came up with the idea has a genius foresight, who would have ever thought that silliness would be such a success.  From then on, every grin he made took me back to the Mork character.  It’s a wonder he wasn’t typecast.  He was too talented for that.  He was the perfect choice for Popeye.

Skip forward to my favorite performance of his — as the psychologist in Good Will Hunting: (no wonder he received an Oscar for it):

Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will: No.

Sean: You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about.

Will: Why thank you.

Sean: It’s all right. You’ve never been out of Boston.

Will: Nope.

Sean: So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right?

[Will nods]

Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

 

Robin Williams will be missed, but he has left a wealth of performances for us and generations ahead to enjoy.

Upcoming:  Meet My Character — (it’s my turn)

True excuses why I haven’t posted yet:

1.  I don’t feel well. (and I still have to go to work)

2.  The weather somehow deactivated my internet services , so it was out all night when I would have been working on it.  It popped on suddenly at 7:00 am sharp.  (I’m suspicious that someone at AT&T turned off the central controls by accident last night and it was only realized upon returning to work this morning.

Gotta Go!

 

 

 

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2 Responses »

  1. Loved that snipped from the movie I’ve never seen!

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