And I thought about it because, fair enough, at the moment a lot of people - a lot of children especially - are going through some terrible, terrible things. But first, that doesn't take away from the grief of the Williams' family, who have just lost a much loved husband/father/brother/son/friend etc. But also for us, his fans, his audience, we have lost too.
And by fan, I don't mean autograph book wielding loon. I mean anyone really, anyone who has been touched by Williams' outstanding performances in any of his films - from Disney through to When Dreams May Come via Jumaniji, Mrs Doubtfire, Good Will Hunting and of course, Dead Poets' Society to name a few.
No, we are saddened by Williams' passing because we have lost a rare talent that provided a chink of light in the darkest of days. With poignant bittersweet humour, displayed in almost every role he had, Williams made all of us who watched him (and presumably those fortunate enough to know him in real life) feel like we were never alone and that there was always hope - and always a smile and humour.
So what makes it worse is to know that despite all this love, life was still just too painful for him. It's just so sad. But like he says in Good Will Hunting, it's not your fault Robin. Depression is a fucker, it really and truly is, I know first hand.
I don't want this to be a post about me and my depression, but also I wanted to properly "out" myself as someone with mental health issues. So if you're interested in a little snippet of what it's like in the dark parts of my brain, it's coming up after these messages, in another post.
And Robin, to paraphrase your line in Good Morning, Vietnam. "Oh" is for "oh" you were taken too early, but I hope the sun is shining where you are.
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