I was in the Conoco station in Crow Agency some years back , and thought that the man in the khaki shorts with a group of other travelers was Robin Williams. I tried not to look at him, but could not help it, and it probably was not him. But that is the nature of fame. It is an animal apart from the person who owns it, so that we are attracted to people who have it even as they do not know us. I could not help but look at him.
I can only think of two other times where the death of a public figure has caused me personal sadness like this – John Lennon, and George Carlin. It is good, however, that Williams left behind TV shows, standup comedy and movies. His body of work is impressive. Perhaps he was spent. That manic energy that produced the comic genius surely had a downside, and his decision to go out by his own hand is his business. Maybe he was right, that he would never feel good again.
I only write this because like, Lennon and Carlin, his passing leaves a void that no one else can fill. There are no others like him. I feel sadness.