I’m Not Laughing, But I Will Smile for Robin

Thanks for coming back and writing this Valentina. I was going thru my long list of bookmarked posts and noticed you had gone underground for awhile. I too find writing therapeutic and regarding yr not writing because of negative feedback all i and you can say is “Honi soit qui mal y pense” or Evil to him who evil thinks more easily translated as turning yr back to someone and giving them the finger over your shoulder. Its your life, your thoughts, your emotions, and your blog so just do it. I write long posts sometimes with what i think are great photographs i took and some deep thoughts, or not so deep, and get zero response. you know what? I could care less. I write because i write and it keeps me from being depressed with this dis-ease. I too was greatly saddened by Robbin’s death, and later facts show he was sober, going thru his third divorce, and recently diagnosed with Parkinsons, similar to what i have. I can’t judge him or ask why but i wish he could have lived longer to keep us all smiling and laughing as his twisted brilliant wit, but “it is what it is….”. I would like to reblog this but will ask yr permission first since it is so personal. Blessings, and like you Nature and the critters keep me going day after day, just out of curiosity…. Today i received permission from Valentina to reblog this since it is so personal, and you can read all our comments back and forth below on a subject that is often taboo even on the blogasphere.

Valentina's Reflections

When I heard about his death, I knew it wasn’t a joke. Yet, like the song, it seemed like he “started a joke that sent the whole world crying…” Oh, Robin, sweet Mr. Williams, I wish that one smile of my own could have kept you alive. But no matter now that I’m not laughing, I will smile for you.

There is always hope. Eighty percent of us who seek treatment for our depression don’t kill ourselves, yet the strongest risk factor of depression is suicide. Yet we can’t ignore that fifteen percent of the clinically depressed end their lives. Many of those also suffer from substance abuse problems. I’m not writing this as if this were some book report. Feel I need to provide some bright facts. *grumbles*

I know too many people who have died at their own hands. The first death I ever witnessed was a suicide…

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