My Angel at LAX

Last Monday, August 11, I was sitting with my kids outside playing. They were in a wagon singing So Long, Farewell and pretending they were sailing to Ireland to pick up trash on their next expedition. And a text from a dear friend came in. And then another and then a news alert. And it was absolutely heartbreaking and unbelievable news. Robin Williams
was dead.

And before the sideline commentary starts about this being just another spoiled 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. Because it is too precious to me. But now is the time. And now is the place.

After my first husband Greg died by suicide, I went on a travel quest of sorts, scattering his ashes where he requested and trying to piece my life and my soul back together as best I could. I spent quite a bit of time flying between LAX and Oakland, as I was living in West Hollywood but contemplating a move to San Francisco or Marin and visiting my best friend monthly at a minimum. Post 9/11 it wasn’t always easy to get a Tupperware of your late husband’s ashes through TSA security, and at LAX one afternoon I found myself on the receiving end of an agent with a power trip like no other. After several threats telling me I was going to have to toss the ashes, and me going ballistic and falling into hysterics and finally having a real cop come in and look at the death certificate I always carried with me, I made it to the airport bar still crying and clutching my little container. I sat in a corner table facing the wall so no one could see how hysterical I was, with my whiskey on the rocks providing support, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. And 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.” And through my tears I could place the voice but couldn’t actually believe that 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 where you are trying to catch your breath, and I gave him the Cliff Notes version of circumstances. And his eyes got a little glossy. And his voice got softer. And he said to me “Addiction is a real bitch. Mental illness and depression are the mother of all bitches. I am so sorry for all the pain your husband was in. I’m so sorry for the pain you are in now. But it sounds like you have family and friends and love. And that tips the scale a bit, right?” And he walked me to the gate as we were on the same commercial flight.

He was a gentle soul. He made us laugh, and he made us cry. He made us feel with his craft. He was honest about his demons. He was open about his mistakes and his faults. He was obviously in pain.

Mental illness and severe depression are the mother of all bitches. Damn straight.

He was always there for our veterans, always there for our service men, children in hospitals, his own friends and family in need, and even a hysterical stranger in the airport. And, what I haven’t yet shared was that during our walk to the gate he got me laughing. Impersonating people we passed by. Making fun of the TSA agents, especially the one who gave me such a hard time. In a playful way though. Not insulting (even though the guy totally deserved to be insulted). He told me I had a wonderful laugh. A beautiful smile. And when we parted ways, he hugged me. With his famously hairy arms that didn’t even gross me out even though I have a weird phobia of anything hairy, he gave me a huge, warm, bear hug and it sustained me. It was a moment I think about all the time. How that moment saved me. And sustained me. How HE sustained me during one of the most difficult moments of my life.

He was as kind as he was funny.

His death is so terribly, terribly tragic. That someone who brought so much light and joy to others felt so much darkness inside.

Rest in peace, Mr. Williams. May you find the peace that eluded you here and may you keep the angels laughing.

Thanks for being there that day for me. You were the angel I needed. And I know you spoke from experience, and I appreciated that.

It was tough news for me to hear last Monday. It continues to be tough news for me to process.

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15 thoughts on “My Angel at LAX

  1. Wow! Your story gave me chills, and choked the snot of my throat! I’m not sure if I’m saddest about your husband or elated that such a sweet man touched your life. I think you had real angels looking over you that day, and continue to!

  2. Oh my gosh! And I love that you didn’t make the title all Robin Williams click bait-y. This is the best story I have read about him yet. So honest and sweet and kind. I love your writing and am following via RSS. So glad you started your blog!!!

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  4. Thank you so much for sharing your story. Suicide only hurts the survivors. I am so sorry that your husband was in so much pain that he saw no other way out. My daughter was suicidal (several attempts requiring hospitalization). Thank God I was able to get her treatment and fight for her (good treatment is extremely hard to find for adolescents). Today she is a beautiful, joyful, loving young lady with a positive outlook on her life. Hugs to you for sharing your story.

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  6. Mental illness and depression are so consuming. How blessed you were to have this gentle soul feel your pain and intervene. How amazing that even in his own personal pain, he could and would reach out to you. An angel indeed. Thank you for sharing.

  7. As a person who has attempted suicide four times, I appreciate your story. It is a reminder that we may leave loved ones behind, though we may think we are doing the world a favor.

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