A Brief Foray Into Love & Death
Remembering Robin Williams this past week. Three all-new posts in preflight mode—first of which will be published next Friday. Cheers!
We all forget.
That can be good.
It can also be bad.
The death of Robin Williams on Aug. 11 sent shockwaves around the world. It affected me like the death of a family member—specifically, Mom and Dad six years ago.
But it also got me thinking, as I had been prior to that terrible news, about why life can be so difficult for some people, so much so that (brain chemistry aside) they take their own lives.
That question is easily evaded because, well, we all forget. I know I have.
That is until I discovered a seven-page, handwritten note to myself from a couple years ago. While it’s undated (apart from month and day on the last page: 11/16), I’m willing to bet it was poured out shortly after my parents died. I’d titled it “A Brief Foray into Love & Death,” and jotted down…
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Completely in the Dark 