Robin Williams was my dad’s favorite actor, comedian, person. Ever. We watched all his movies together. Quoted lines, did the voices, rewatched all his comedy routines at least once a year at Christmas. Depression took them both.
I’m gonna go curl into a ball and pretend I can be normal in a couple hours.
About a month ago I had a dream that I was walking down an old street I used to live on towards this park (that I’d never gone to, except to vote one year) and I was just sort of toodling along fiddling with my phone and when I looked up my dad was walking toward me and I just sort of stopped and looked at him and he kept walking until he was right in front of me and gave me a huge hug (he wasn’t a huge hugger when he was alive) and I just started crying and hugged him back for what seemed like years and then I woke up.