There is nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said all over the Internet, and in homes, and in quiet cars.
I wish he could have felt the same joy we did when we watched him. Even though we knew he was irretrievably broken, we still hoped that underneath it all there was some semblance of happiness.
As there will always be movies that change your life, if even only for a day, that movie for me was What Dreams May Come; I think I cried for a month after seeing it. I was overwhelmed. I was more than that. I was destroyed.
After having grown-up watching him on television (religiously), and playing the park bench scene from Good Will Hunting over and over again, and rejoicing for him after his Oscar win thinking YES! He will finally have to agree with us! He is worth loving…, I am sad to think of the years he had left. The person he could have become.
Every end is a new beginning. And depression lies.
“If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease… Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.”
― Richard Matheson, What Dreams May Come