You cannot exactly own the pain of empathy, it's not one's own to claim. It is felt nevertheless, especially when that hurt belongs to someone for whom you'd come to care over half a lifetime. What difference then does distance, or any unknowns, make when someone's work has sustained your joy, or even relieved the hurts so often that have been yours alone to bear. I needed to sort these feelings out for myself today; touch that part of Robin Williams that will always remain alive so long as memory lives. This was to be my own private way to reassure myself of the gifts he's left behind. The same reason I think so many have been rewatching his performances, appreciating them all the more all over again. He could not in one lifetime look into all the laughing faces or grasp every grateful hand, but Robin Williams touched us all. This sponcom is how I've acknowledged my second-hand hurts and dried my tears. Now I share it to honor a happier memory and say goodbye to a friend I never met.
