Dear Robin Williams,
I know that when Ryan Dunn, Paul Walker and Cory Monteith died, a lot of people dismissed others who were sad about it. “Why are you sad, they’re just celebrities?”
I have not seen one single comment like this today, because you were much more than a film star to us. To me you were a kooky uncle who made my childhood very imaginative and creative.
Ruaan and I used to LOVE the genie from Aladdin, our poor VCR was probably so tired of playing that tape over and over again.
And don’t even get me started on Jumanji. My mom had to replace our underwear every time we watched that movie.
Mrs. Doubtfire was a family favourite, and you would be proud to know that your stocking-ed legs made us all laugh until we had tears in our eyes.
I loved every movie you starred in, even Good Morning, Vietnam, which I didn’t even understand due to it being a “grootmensstorie”.
You made the world a happier world for all, and it makes me so deeply sad to know that you had a hard time finding such happiness yourself.
I want you to know that absolutely nobody thinks less of you because of this. In fact, I actually think more of you for managing to make it work for such a long time.
A lot of people will never truly grasp Depression, and will think of it as a coward’s disease.
But if you’ve ever had it, or seen it effect someone you love, you will know that it is extremely powerful. And people who battle it are very, very brave.
Your death has left a big void in the film industry, and my 90s childhood heart is extremely sad today.
But I am hoping that it will encourage people in similar situations to seek help, and to realise that there is no shame in it.
You were a well- spoken, intelligent, witty and kindhearted person and I can only hope to marry a man like you oneday.
Thanks for all the laughs, all the wisdom and all the childhood memories.
I hope that you have finally found the peace you so deserve.
Your biggest fan,