As the news filtered through this morning, I checked out the latest updates to find that Robin Williams was dead...
I knew what he had done even before I opened the thread - he would have taken his own life because the thought of facing another day was just too much. I don't know why his passing affected me so much. I liked him - apart from his role in Mrs Doubtfire - but I didn't actually know him...
His money, family, fame and humour could not save him - his Demons got the better of him and tragically for just long enough, convinced the Angels at his side to avert their gaze and release their fragile grip of his hand while he placed the rope around his neck and surrendered to their ridiculous taunts...
Everyone is battling their demons and searching for the hand of Angels to guide them through the darkness of success, money and trust - either their opulent abundance or delicious scarcity...
I know that my Angels are watching me too - antagonised by my fear, tiredness, stress or anxiety, they too may one day avert their gaze and loosen their delicate hold on me, allowing my dark demons to snatch me from their grasp...
Sometimes in the darkness of the twilight or the early dawn I feel their grips loosen around me and my fingers slip through their slender hands as I fall into the comfort of desolation and the deadly warm predictability and promise of darkness it brings...
Snatched back and brought back in to the light, my Angels have been on the telephone, on the pavement, in the coffee shop; they have been disguised as children, animals strangers, family and friends. They come in the form of sunshine and birdsong, meadows and laughter; I never know the form they will take, but I know the exhilaration of their instant rescue as I am propelled back into the light..
You may be the Angel that snatches someone back from the abyss, you may be the last human face and voice they hear; you may be the final excuse they need to reach out and take back the hand of life.
Alternatively, you may of course be the one that makes their other angels avert their gaze and lose their grip, releasing them to the care of the Demons who sit in constant, patient and grateful anticipation of your arrival...
So when you see someone remember that their Angels may have momentarily deserted them, their Demons could be placing the rope around the necks as you watch - when you hold the door, smile, tell them they look great or simply let them out into the traffic in rush hour; you are creating an invitation for their Angels to reappear and snatch them back...
The Demons may not go away - but you can make sure their Angels don't abandon them...
RIP Robin Williams - you made us laugh, you made us think and you made our day...
