The headline I first saw about his death shocked me a bit and left me really sad; yet I also felt a bit understood. Understood since I've wanted the same thing. Understood since he was an actor I really liked, and I don't normally pay ANY attention to actors. Seriously, I'd have to google Matt Damon (that's an actor's name, right?) to make sure if he's who I'd guess he is. But Robin Williams I knew and admired. I even knew the names of so many of his movies I saw, and felt understood by. Mrs. Doubtfire, Goodwill Hunting, Good Morning Vietnam. I felt understood by his characters' blends of humor, sadness, grief, love, tenderness, and sense of in/justice. In a way that let me feel the positive emotions were as real as the negative ones. (As real, not more real.) I felt sad, but understood, knowing that, in his end, he felt the negative ones were as genuine as I often believe they are.