Losing Robin Williams—The Dark Side of Those Who Make Us Laugh

Mira Prabhu:

This profound post re-blogged courtesy Kristen Lamb reminds me of an old tale. Here’s my version: a glittering throng of aristocrats watch a formidable and obese Dame dressed in sparkling jewels and crushed crimson velvet make her majestic descent down a winding marble stairway…suddenly she trips and plummets all the way down those stairs. The crowd bursts into uproarious laughter…can’t blame them, the sight is so funny…but the laughter stops when they discover she is dead…yes, in this world of duality, tragedy is often the other side of comedy.

Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:

Suicide. It’s a topic that’s been on most of our minds as of late. I was BROKEN when I found out about Robin Williams. It’s like this bright shining star just snuffed out, leaving only a black hole of crushing emptiness behind. I feel terrible for taking him for granted, selfishly assuming he’d always be around.

I haven’t yet cried because I’m afraid I might not stop. My fondest childhood memories involve Mork & Mindy. Growing up, I’d watch Williams’ comedic acts over and over and over, studying his timing and how he could do what he did, because to me? It was MAGIC. In fact, I can honestly say he was my earliest mentor. I learned to laugh and make others laugh, and, since home and school were living nightmares, laughter was my lifeline.

I’m no expert aside from having suicide issues in the family. Also, years ago, I…

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