Loss.

"Now there's some sad things known to man

But ain't too much sadder than

the tears of a clown

When there's no one around."

By now we are all still doing what we did last night and will likely be doing for the foreseeable future. We are mourning the loss of someone we only knew from a distance, yet we still trusted as a dear friend. The loss of Robin Williams is deeply sad and troubling. I really admired him as did millions. The difference, I suspect, he was not sure himself of how good he really was at making people adore him. 

That's part of a horrific disease known as "depression."

We all go through down times. It's called being human. But for some it never goes away, and if it does, it rears its ugly head back from time to time. Sometimes staying for days, months, years, decades—I can not imagine what it would be like to see grey when the rest of us see color? 

Robin Williams made me laugh, cry (I loved "Good Morning Vietnam") and experience countless other feelings. I was not his number one fan, I was more of an admirer who had tremendous respect for his ability to rise up and perform. I knew, based upon reports, it was who he was and heard of his personal difficulties—how is it possible someone so funny could be so sad? 

People die every day. Many decide to take their own lives; but when it is someone who we enjoyed so much, and was an escape from normalcy, it is going to be painful. Last night, as I was sipping on a scotch (only one) alone in a hotel restaurant, I could not believe when Yahoo informed me that "yes" he was gone. Gone but not forgotten. 

I first "met" Robin Williams like many of us did. Well those of us who are 40+ (even way plus.) He was Mork from Ork. He was so funny and so unpredictable. It was when I learned he did a lot of impromptu work on the show that I quickly learned of his talent—this man was a genius and a bit crazy. Although not his most "popular movie," I felt he showed a very true side of himself in the movie "Patch Adams." He wore his feelings on his sleeve and I really believe we all saw them. I want to see them back again…but now it will be on the screen and he's gone.

The photo above was taken outside Sandwich, IL. Funny a place should be named "Sandwich;" what I see in this picture is something I am not sure I see everyday. I see what appears to be just flowers, but in the background there's more to the story. Kind of like how I saw Robin Williams, I only saw the foreground—not able to see what he held in back.

Thank you Robin Williams…I think Orson is calling you home to Ork!

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