There will be so many of us out there, across the globe - hardcore Robin Williams fans - who are absolutely devastated by the news of this wondrous, larger-than-life man's passing. I am shocked beyond belief that I will never be able to meet my idol, and hear the peals of laughter thundering across the rows of a packed out entertainment centre from an awestruck audience at a Robin Williams (always sold out!) stand up show. For so many years I was too young to even get a ticket to one of his performances, but indulged in his movies, his stand-up clips and interviews, and I have lost count of the number of times I have re-watched Robin's Oscar acceptance speech just to see this comic genius achieve the glory and accolades he deserved for decades. He was such an important part of my childhood - my Genie, my Alan Parrish, my Sean Maguire. When it comes time for my children to grow and look for the same hours of fun I had at the foot of the television, tears of laughter rolling down my face just beholding Mrs Doubtfire, or the lessons in morality I found in Patch Adams - where will they go? They will come to me and I will show them those wonderful works of my favourite actor, but while they laugh just as I laughed those years ago, I will sit in the background with tears, not of laughter but anguish, at the world having lost such a great spirit too soon, to a dark and terrible illness not he nor anyone else has ever deserved, and I will feel despair then, as now, at what the world will be without the light Robin Williams brought to not only cinema and comedy, but my 22 years.