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Aug 11, 2014 20:05:56 GMT -7
Post by meput on Aug 11, 2014 20:05:56 GMT -7
He made me laugh. He had the ability to make me cry after he made me laugh. After he made me cry, he would make me laugh. He was the real deal. He had his issues, but he was there to make me laugh. God love him and may his memory rest in peace. I will miss him and his ability to make me laugh. And he loved to ride a bike. In my view, he was a better person than most that lived in the public limelight. Have a safe trip back to Ork.
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Mork
Aug 12, 2014 10:40:59 GMT -7
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Post by JimRatliff on Aug 12, 2014 10:40:59 GMT -7
Amen!
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Aug 12, 2014 17:56:03 GMT -7
Post by lynn on Aug 12, 2014 17:56:03 GMT -7
Nanu,nanu.
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Aug 12, 2014 19:28:24 GMT -7
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Post by ToddW on Aug 12, 2014 19:28:24 GMT -7
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Aug 13, 2014 18:32:05 GMT -7
Post by meput on Aug 13, 2014 18:32:05 GMT -7
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Aug 15, 2014 5:20:42 GMT -7
Post by livingproof on Aug 15, 2014 5:20:42 GMT -7
Meput,
I enjoyed your OP, maybe, just maybe, Robin was from Ork. He will not be duplicated in my lifetime. I did not know of his love of biking, the above is a great read.
I've not posted in this thread for a few days while trying to find a voice to speak about depression. It been a sad force in my family that impacted my mother, a brother and a sister. In my early 50's, I went through some difficult years where daily activities were not much fun. Medication helps a little, but, there is no magic pill, the path to recovery is long. In part, returning to skiing and having that passion relit, helped me get out of the dark and back into the light. I'm lucky that the degree of my depression was much milder than most. It must be a very terrible place to live when taking your life becomes the only option. When speaking with friends, it seems that most families have similar depression issues, it's a lot more common than we acknowledge.
I can only hope that reading about Robin's passing just might help others get help.
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Aug 15, 2014 7:24:01 GMT -7
Post by meput on Aug 15, 2014 7:24:01 GMT -7
I've not posted in this thread for a few days while trying to find a voice to speak about depression. It been a sad force in my family that impacted my mother, a brother and a sister. In my early 50's, I went through some difficult years where daily activities were not much fun. Medication helps a little, but, there is no magic pill, the path to recovery is long. In part, returning to skiing and having that passion relit, helped me get out of the dark and back into the light. I'm lucky that the degree of my depression was much milder than most. It must be a very terrible place to live when taking your life becomes the only option. When speaking with friends, it seems that most families have similar depression issues, it's a lot more common than we acknowledge. LP, well said. We grieve the loss of Robin Williams and the great joy that he brought into our lives. The magnitude of grief is a testament to his ability to touch essentially everyone. Yet his gift of making those around him smile was not capable of outweighing the dark demon of depression in his mind. It must be. Carpe diem
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Aug 15, 2014 23:12:14 GMT -7
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Post by JimRatliff on Aug 15, 2014 23:12:14 GMT -7
Mike: Thanks for sharing that, and I agree that, like cancer, it touches more of us than we realize. It got me to thinking back to my relatively dark days. I suffered a blast injury in Vietnam that almost blew off my left thumb, just hanging by the remaining skin. I spent the next 15 months in the Army hospital at Ft. Riley Kansas getting skin grafts and reconstruction with hopes of giving me a somewhat functional thumb. Option 2 was going to be removing my little finger and installing it in place of the thumb. Many months of looking at this little black stub struggling for any level of circulation. I remember how "stuck" I felt, unable to move forward or make anything happen, except to just WAIT. It was Table Tennis that saved me. Every day down in the Red Cross rec room, my wrapped up left hand elevated and resting on my head while I served and played with my right. That was my reason for getting out of bed each morning. There are certainly times in our lives when it is hard to just put one foot in front of the other. Glad you "made it".
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