- Posted August 12, 2014 by
Hermosa Beach, California
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A year and a half later, my dad was killed in a car accident.
A couple years later. And a few more after that, I grew up. Somewhat. And happened to catch Mrs. Doubtfire on the television.
I will never forget that night. I was hit with the welcomed memory of my dad laughing in the theatre.
I cried. I cried a lot.
And…I laughed. My ass off.
And I cried some more. Because I missed my dad. Very, very much.
For the first time in a long time, I got to share something with my dad. And somewhere between, “I’m melting like a snow cone in Phoenix” and “Carpe dentim,” I knew I would never look at Robin Williams the same.
And I didn’t.
Shoot. Sometimes, you two even looked the same.
Ever since that night, I have turned to Mrs. Doubtfire to pay my dad a visit.
And ever since that night, I have always seen a bit of my dad in Robin Williams.
The unimaginable gift to feel the presence of your deceased parent, strikes me as one of my “I’m most grateful for”s.
Robin Williams, I am beyond touched and enormously grateful.
God bless, you. And your family. And especially, your daughter.
I have you to thank for one of life’s greatest gifts.