I was basically raised on the humour of Robin Williams (among several others); he was one of my dad’s favourites, and we shared a lot of laughs together thanks to Robin. Sadly, my father passed away as the result of a cocaine (and pill, and heroine, and whatever else) overdose at the beginning of ‘89… Robin always brought back fond memories of my dad, so when I was lucky enough to score great tickets to see Robin at the QE in 2008, during his Weapons of Self Destruction Tour, I couldn’t have been more stoked.
That night, I brought along a card, in which I’d written a little note congratulating him on overcoming the overwhelming demon that is addiction, and how happy I was for him and his family that he’d beaten the odds. I handed it to his staff at the theatre, assuming that it probably wouldn’t be passed along; it was a long shot of a gesture, and I was just happy to be there.
To my amazement and delight, just as the show ended, he sent someone over to bring me backstage. We chatted for a solid 30 minutes. He was so incredibly gracious; no airs or bullshit, just a genuine conversation about the joys and pains of the human condition.
As I was leaving, he beamed that incredible smile, and gave me one of the warmest hugs I’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving. That’s how I’ll always remember him.
My heart goes out to his family and friends, and his legion of fans; he touched the hearts and funny-bones of so many.
Rest in peace My Captain, you will be deeply missed.