It’s been over a week since shrill sirens screamed their way around the back end of the peninsula. Did you hear them too? Or were you already gone – spirited away on a breath of wind?
I’m baffled at how, ten days later, I still think of you on a daily basis. It’s not like we’re family. We’ve never met. Not in person, anyway. Yet, you constantly stalk my days and cloud my nights – memories – a whirling cyclone of family, friends, and fans welcoming you into their hearts. Your humor and generosity have affected more lives than you could ever have imagined. I can’t get you out of my head. It probably doesn’t help that I see your rooftop twice a day from the hill where I walk the dogs. Until August 11th, I didn’t know where you lived. Well, except for the house in the city. Everyone knows the Pink Palace.
By the way, was that you yesterday, riding the fog over Mount Tam
and coming to rest in the wild flowers that have mysteriously bloomed overnight
on the hilltop overlooking your home?
Who else would it have been?
I like to think of them as having sprouted from tears born of laughter
and not those shed from any pain we might have shared
over countless buckets of hot buttered popcorn.
To the Clouds, Dear Robin!
May you Rest In Peace.
Until the next time around…
What a beautiful tribute, Donna. I like that image: Robin riding the fog over Mount Tam.
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Thank you Mina. He definitely was some kind of special…
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Beautifully written Donna! So peaceful and so touching! Did the wildflowers really just bloom? You’re right too, he touched so many of us with his humor and his acting it’s not surprising that we can’t stop thinking about him.
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Thanks. Yes, they did just bloom, on that Tuesday, as I remember.
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Absolutely lovely! He will be missed. So sad.
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Truly…and thank you Carmel for your thoughts too.
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Love love love.
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🙂
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His passing has really triggered something deep/dark in me and I cannot explain why. I also cannot help thinking of him in that one scene of What Dreams May Come (my fave movie of his!) racing around and coloring his new world like a rainbow. I hope that’s what death is like. I am very scared. Now onto your post – – really works well to use the 2nd person POV narrative here, Donna. At first I thought the use of “You” was addressing us, your readers. But then it dawned on me – – we were privy and being let in on a special conversation/letter between you and him. A really intimate approach and different than I’ve seen any other tribute. Very powerful.
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts Stephanie. I always appreciate it. Hugs.
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Loved it! Beautifully said. 🙂
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Thanks Deb.
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A wonderfully written piece and a well-deserved accolade. You really got it in one line here..” Your humor and generosity have affected more lives than you could ever have imagined.” Oh, how I wish he had known!
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I think he does know…and he’s happy too.
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Beautifully written. Written well and moving. There is so much that he gave to the world, Robin was truly a beautiful person with his witty humor and his beautiful touch to people around the world with his work.
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Reblogged this on Robin Williams Memorial Blog and commented:
Here’s a nice tribute to Robin.
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Thanks for reblogging. Robin has touched so many hearts and will continue to do so, I’m sure.
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