Normally I’m not one to get worked up about celebrity deaths (and you should have seen the pictures of Heath Ledger I had on my high school binder), but this one hurts.
When I heard the news, I felt more like I was finding out that I’d lost an uncle than someone I’d never met. He brought the spectacle, the pop and zing, to more of my favorite childhood stories than I can even count. Phenomenal cosmic powers, indeed.
As President Obama put it: “Robin Williams was an airman, a doctor, a genie, a nanny, a president, a professor, a bangarang Peter Pan, and everything in between.”
I stayed up late last night to watch Dead Poets Society and write about Williams for Book Riot. Here’s a link to the post.
We ain’t never had a friend like you, Robin Williams.
That said, let’s not forget Michael Brown, who is also now gone too soon. These two men both died by violence – of very different kinds – and it didn’t have to happen that way.
Hug your loved ones, kittens.
All kinds of hugs.