I didn’t even have to guess what today’s sketch dailies topic would be. So here’s my tribute I drew for a man who was so full of laughter and love. I really did cry over his loss. Aladdin was one of the films I knew him best for since I grew up with it, along with so many of his other roles. Again, RIP Robin, I’m so sorry you had so much sadness in your life, but I hope that you are in a better place, laughing like you always did for the world.
Growing up, Hook was one the first movies I ever saw, or more of remembered in my early stages of childhood. From there I obviously saw Aladdin, Flubber and his other memorable roles growing up as a kid. Never once I ever thought that this man, this legend could ever be alone, could ever feel a pain that would drive someone to the edge. A person full of happiness and laughter. A warm smile even the camera can’t help but catch a glimmer of what he was. An energetic glow you felt through your mono/stereo sound, non flat screen television. Something about his persona, his presence kept you happy, kept you hoping, kept you feeling like the day can’t ever go bad as long as you can smile through it. As I got older I started to watch some of his more serious films, Bicentennial Man, Dead Poets Society, and Good Morning Vietnam. Even then, watching those films I felt a certain sadness and joy from relating to the characters he played. Growing up, I felt that he raised me in some way as child, to understand that sometimes a childish laughter may be the cure to our realistic angers and misunderstandings. His ability to create a certain comedic catharsis of life I believe is what made him legendary. To mold himself into different personalities while keeping his own rabble speak, fast paced energy and lovable banter made him a catalyst of what it meant to be who you are when you’re someone else. He was one of my heroes as kid, he was Peter Pan who taught me to believe and remember who i am, he was Andrew the Android who taught me to hope to become what I want to be, he was John Keating who taught me how to express my right to write with the power of words, he was Adrian Cronauer who taught me that the mornings can always be good with a little bit of music and a good morning shout, He was Genie who taught me that friendship comes in its own way, in its own right, that being who you are shouldn’t matter to a friend, poor or rich, imagination and friendship can break any shackles that bind you. Robin Williams was a huge part of my childhood and huge part of who I am. My heart broke when I heard of the news. I had felt as if I had lost a best friend. I felt a tear run down my eye when researching it. He is one of the reasons why I write, and one of the reasons of how I am personality wise. I try not to remember him as the crying clown, but as teacher who taught me that the realities of life can bring you down, but a little laughter and a smile can beat any medicine out there. I raise my glass and tip my hat in your honor. Oh captain my captain, I ain’t ever had a friend like you *Crows!*
Thank you Robin Williams,
Thank you for being my friend.