It was my mom's birthday today... she turned 63 (like RW). We were sitting in a restaurant, having a nice meal, when CNN, on a close-by television, announced the news. My mom (not to mention my sister and me) was so jarred. The death of Robin Williams marks the end of an era defined mostly by him. So tragic. He must have never known the impact he had on so many people, nor the love they had for him. As a pretty major depressive, the love I have in my life is the only thing keeping me alive at times. It's times like these I really wish there was an afterlife so I could think he is going somewhere he will finally appreciate the gift he actually is and will be for a long time to come, dead or alive.
SO sad.
SO sad.
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
