He was a voice. He was a heart. He was a mind.
He was a singular man, yet in himself, a stellar ensemble cast of impressions and original characters. A man who possessed an unparalleled capability for uplifting the emotions of others, yet struggled so much with his own. He made us laugh, he made us cry, and most importantly to me, he was a man that understood the comedic value of pretending to be a woman to get back at an ex. He was Robin Williams, and he was loved.
Yesterday’s news of Williams’ tragic death in an apparent suicide reverberated through social media like a digital shockwave that paused the playback on every gif on every clickbait listicle. Nineties kids, like myself, were sent into an emotional tailspin. Not only was one of our heroes dead, but also a part of our childhood.
But, it’s time…
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