A New Wood Salad Bowl And Summer Tomatoes

     Do not let the title throw you, this is a serious subject.
     When I heard about the comic actor, Robin Williams death by suicide, I stopped breathing.
      The first thing I thought about, was my salad for supper! That was enough to keep me going for a few more days! It was beautiful and delicious, and a reason for living. You see I too, suffer from depression, and I work hard to find joy in all things. Never in my 62 years of living, have I felt the need to check out, but I cannot know Robin Williams heart.
       Suicide is nothing but questions, how bad does it get? To leave your family, never hear music again, taste food, smell summer. Mental illness, and addiction was his beast of burden. Mr. W was living a life of high octane, explosions of genius, comedy and drama, and a dark side that decided, no more.
       I wish someone had just been with him, to maybe talk him out of it. They were probably all talked out. I have been there also, with a child with mental illness. He had money and doctors, but at 3 in the am, we are all alone. Maybe he was just finished, he did have a big life, by all accounts. I just think he had a really bad day, and those days you have to work harder. Mr. W you were a crazy man, and in the south we love CRAZY. We recognize it in most family members and relatives, with friends and neighbors thrown into the looney bin bowl. I am just sorry that your crazy was destructive. Crazy Genius, Crazy fool, the line is so fine.You were gifted, and that you shared with us all. We do not understand, and that is OK, we send you into the universe with much love.

       In the movie Good Will Hunting, your character said, " It's the imperfections, that's the good stuff."
and in The Fisher Kings, " Its important to think. It's what separates us from the lentils!"

      You, my friend, are perfectly imperfect, like the rest of us.
       Thank you for giving us so much, and always making me think.