The Day Comedy Died
by Michele Adams
This past week, there was a day when the world became a darker place. For two weeks there have been many things that topped my prayer list: stories of tragedy, and genocide, and riots, but one story truly stopped me in my tracks. No prayers could help...a choice had already been made.
I received a phone call from my husband. The "did you hear..." was all that I remember of that conversation.
I felt a lurch in my chest, and a tear start to form in the corner of my eye.
Robin Williams had died. I didn't care how he died. I didn't care about anything, save the fact that it was a day that comedy had truly died.
#1 on my bucket list was to someday meet Robin Williams. He was a man that seemed invisible, unstoppable.
Oh sure, we all knew he had a "dark side", as his battle with addiction was public, but he was the conquering hero. He laughed in the face of cocaine. He used its darkness to make the world laugh.
Now I feel that I will never laugh again.
My first thought went to his soul. Did he, or didn't he make "that decision" is whispered about. No one, save our Creator knows. I can only hope...
Rest well, Robin. I hope that we will meet again, and get to laugh for eternity.
© 2014 Michele Adams