The real sadness for me in Williams’ death is that it caught me harkening back to where I was at various times in his career, all the way back to Mork.
I see myself in my college digs, watching Mork and Mindy faithfully.
I see a teacher friend of mine being screamed at that “Good Morning, Vietnam” would not be shown in Sr. Gov’t class.
I see myself watching “Aladdin” in a crowded theater, on a date.
“What Dreams May Come,” while beautiful, was a crushingly sad one to see.
I do feel really bad for his relatives. But my main focus, I discovered today, was self-referential, as his was a career that has woven through mine.
I hope he is in a better place, but based on faith, The Word says otherwise.
I hope he is in a better place, but based on faith, The Word says otherwise.