I came home last night, and at some point between checking my phone on the train, and opening Twitter at home, the news of Robin Williams’s death had entered the media. I think it was Danielle Brooks’s Tweet that I saw first.
Whatever plans I had for the evening went out the window. Now I have a hangover from an evening of ugly crying.
I don’t blame Mr. Williams for taking his life. I’m not interested in castigating the deceased for their failure to stay with the living. I’m devastated that he was so sick he had no better options.
As much as I loved his work, I haven’t seen all his movies. Now renting as many as possible so I can rectify that omission.