Oh Captain, my Captain.
August 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
It won’t surprise regular readers to know that depression is something I know one or two things about. Sean Maguire died today. John Keating died today. That is to say that the man who brought those great men to life, men who had more influence than the majority of non fictional people in my life, died today. That old and tired, tragic cliché of the clown who cries backstage. It’s still a story that breaks my heart. It worries me too. If a clown who graces the arena’s and stadiums and the television sets of families around the world can’t exit the stage with a smile then what hope is there for the rest of us? Just like that I was lost again. I watched the internet mourn. An outpouring of grief worthy of a man with such a bold contribution. Who made us laugh in almost every film apart from the ones in which he made us cry, Dead Poets and Good Will Hunting, the two closest to my heart. A man who’s eyes burned with the same passion and lust for life that was so beautifully stitched into every word Keating said. The excitement of it all, a world twirling and twisting and the joys of simply being part of that lost along the way and left dizzy and sick. They’ll remember Robin Williams for the roles he played and the laughter he caused. There will be no finer tribute than that.
Sucks the marrow from life,
It’s not your fault.