Goodbye, Robin Williams. R.I.P.

Well, another piece of my childhood, gone.

Thing I liked the most about Robin Williams: he could lift your spirits with an exuberant character, but he could also bring the feels with his delivery. His crinkly moist eyes were hard to watch.

I wonder if he practiced his lines in front of a mirror.
And if he did, I wish he’d done it differently all those years ago, when he prepared for those epic lines from Good Will Hunting.
“I will end you.”

Rest in peace, Robin Williams.
For anyone in Australia feeling blue, give one of these guys a call. Or hell, email me and I’ll listen. Probably can’t help, but I’ll listen. Point is: you don’t have to feel crappy and alone.

Best regards,


About D.R.Sylvester

A Clinical Research Associate by day (google it), writer by night, D.R.Sylvester lives in Sydney, Australia with his patissiere wife and Siberian Wolf. His interests include travel, music (predominantly Metal), reading, & archery.
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4 Responses to Goodbye, Robin Williams. R.I.P.

  1. it’s so shocking. he was a comedian, always laughing and making other laugh… I guess it’s true, what they say: the saddest people smile the brightest.

  2. I was very sad about this too 😦 I hope this opens up the discussion about suicide and addiction. People often feel embarrassed by it, like it’s some sort of weakness. I don’t see it that way. I hope he was finally able to find peace in the afterlife.

    • You’re right, it’s not a weakness. I guess it’s more like a double edged sword.

      One of the closest friends I have (seriously, love the guy and I’ve known him half my life. We’re beard brothers) has a lot of anxiety, and he struggles, but I think it’s the other side of the coin to how awesome he is, how much energy he puts out into the world. He’s like a box full of monkeys. And that’s okay. Sometimes he falls apart, but we’re all going to be there, because, c’mon, box-of-monkeys = awesome, am I right?

      And in the words of Stitch “Ohana means family.”

      So long story short, I think we need to discuss this stuff, and grab a beer with them sometimes, and maybe just pick up the phone and call.

      And remind them the world is less scary when we’ve got their back.

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