These days, with the manuscript of my new book completed and handed over to the capable hands of the editor and designer, I have been feeling a little more relaxed. So tonight after dinner the Lam Clan decided to go for a little coffee and cookie run. On the way home, we remembered we had run out of cold cuts to pack sandwiches for lunch. My older daughter, ever the opportunist, seized the moment and suggested, “Can I have pizza for lunch tomorrow?”
We stopped by a pizza place close to home. I went out to grab a slice for my girl to pack for lunch. When I got back to the car, my wife looked up from her phone with this expression that tells me something was wrong. Before I could ask, she said: “Robin Williams died. Depression. Suicide.”
Her words stopped me dead in my tracks. As I have battled depression over the last 10 years, every time I hear news of someone with depression or another form of mental illness committing suicide, I feel a deep sense of loss. I feel as though I have lost another comrade in battle. Today, the battle took another one from us.
Mr. Williams, you took the fight as far as you could. You have fought well. You bore the wounds and scars while you gave us laughter and joy. Now it is our turn to continue the battle. May you now rest in God’s peace.