For most of his life, he was something like Peter Pan, about the same way as Robin Williams: they were in search for joy and glee and seemingly determined to be “forever young” no matter as they grew old. Except eventually something broke them so hard that they stopped being confident. Like that hip surgery or Williams discovering he had a terminal disease.
Williams didn’t have cancer. He had a Parkinson’s diagnosis that ended up being Lewy body dementia. He was hopelessly losing his mind and knew it and wanted to leave on his own terms with his dignity still intact and his family remembering him the way he was when he was at his best.
For most of his life, he was something like Peter Pan, about the same way as Robin Williams: they were in search for joy and glee and seemingly determined to be “forever young” no matter as they grew old. Except eventually something broke them so hard that they stopped being confident. Like that hip surgery or Williams discovering he had a terminal disease.
Williams didn’t have cancer. He had a Parkinson’s diagnosis that ended up being Lewy body dementia. He was hopelessly losing his mind and knew it and wanted to leave on his own terms with his dignity still intact and his family remembering him the way he was when he was at his best.