Robin Williams was dead. Before the sideline commentary starts about this being just another Hollywood star with a list of addictions who couldn’t get his shit together, let me share a little story I haven’t told anyone – not my husband, not my best friend, not my parents, not my sister, not anyone.

After my first husband Greg died by suicide, I went on a travel quest of sorts, scattering his ashes w he requested and trying to piece my life and my soul back together as best I could.

A soft voice stated, “Miss, I just want to be sure you are OK. I see you are traveling alone, and I saw what happened, and I just really want to be sure you are OK.” Through my tears I could place the voice but couldn’t actually believe Robin Williams was just casually strolling through LAX and would actually take the time to stop to see if I was OK. I was still crying that ugly cry w you are trying to catch your breath, and I gave him the Cliff Notes version of circumstances.

Making fun of the TSA agents, especially the one who gave me such a hard time.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit The Mighty’s suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255.

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