To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
By Robert Herrick, 1591 – 1674
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
Fuzzy Undertones 
Such a great flick. I’m definitely going to have to dig it out and watch it again this weekend. Such a sad end for a man who made me laugh so much…
For me, the sad thing is that you think someone like Robin Williams, a star, is immortal, but a death like this reveals that he was only human like the rest of us. I grew up with Robin Williams – I remember him when I was so young, watching Mork and Mindy, and even Popeye in the theater! When I saw Dead Poets Society in 8th grade, I cried. I don’t know why his death is affecting me so, but I hope that there’s a new star in the sky tonight, keeping that mischievous twinkle alive that Robin always had in his eyes. ⭐ ❤ ⭐
It’s always a tragedy when a person takes his life, but in a case like this, when we feel like we actually know the person, it makes it hurt a little more…
I know – I think that’s what so horrible. He was such a talented actor that people really felt like they knew him because he was able to so effectively touch us in a personal way. Sad.
Life is sad. That is why we must do what we can to coax all the smiles we can from it…
This has been a very hard loss for many, Marci, and I think everyone feels the sadness for different reasons. For you, as you say, you grew up with him, and he gave us so many joyful ways to love him.
For me, it’s knowing he suffered several addictions and mental illnesses – any one of which would bring most people down. That he struggled for 63 years, knowing what he faced every single day- because there is never a day that the addiction or mental illness isn’t with you … my heart aches that he had to endure 63 years of that kind of daily pain. I pray that his soul is now at peace.
Well said, Sammy. 63 years is a long time to suffer like that; I’ve had many people close to me who have dealt with mental illness and/or addictions. I guess he was also in the beginning stages of Parkinson’s disease…tragic. It kills me that he played so many characters that not only helped people in the stories he was acting in, but he touched so many of us – giving us a laugh when we needed it.
I know why. I’ve been there. To those of us who are there, it is a viable solution, maybe even desirable. The psychic pain can be so overwhelming, and the sense of hoplessness deep. I’m sad. Because he’s not here anymore. Selfish sad.
Robin Williams lives. In our hearts and memories.
I agree – Robin Williams will be with us forever. And I understand what you’re saying – depression can be a deep dark pit where there appears to be only one way out. I wonder…does our collective sadness over his death match the sadness he was trying to cope with in life? Energy is neither created nor destroyed, which at the very least tells me that Robin Williams’ energy will never cease to be.
Thank, you, Marci.