A year has gone after his passing, and I was able to finish my tribute properly...
I miss you so much My Captain, and wish with all my heart and soul you are at peace
The late Robin Williams.
Many people paid tribute to Robin by picturing him as King Daphnes Nohansen Hyrule. I too felt the need to portray him as the King of Hyrule, together with the desire to do so with my own design inspired in the style of Twilight Princess.
I know I'm ridiculously late with my tribute, but several things kept me from working on this fast enough: my fibromyalgia and a post-op, and the fact that I could hardly look at pictures of him without breaking in tears for a month, even while I was trying to work on this later on.
The first couple of weeks after his passing I spent it crying, because this man was more than just my favorite actor. It may sound weird to you, but he was to me, in a way as I grew up, a fatherly figure; my father was barely around because of his job, and he wasn't the typical father most girls have - I've never been "daddy's little girl", and he's always been a peculiar man with too much of a strong character that never showed his feelings and invited arguments and shouting quite often, while I've always been the complete opposite. So every moment spent watching Robin's works, he'd give me very special feelings; I would love him as a daughter while watching Mrs. Doubtfire while he would do anything to be around his children, and I would take all the life lessons to heart as he gave them with Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting (mention those two to keep it short), and laugh my ass off with so many others of his works.
Something that I just don't have the adjective to describe, happened to me the night after his passing, and I just feel I have to share it as I share this drawing. I was at the hospital having surgery the day he was found, something my husband kept from me at the moment because he knew how upset I would have gotten if I had known about it as I was being taken from one place to the other to have tests done, so I didn't find out about it until the next day, when I was able to grab my phone to fool around, and it was then that in disbelief of what I was reading everywhere, that I learned that my favorite person in the whole world decided to end his life. And through the entire day, tears wouldn't stop falling; I fell asleep in tears that night, and the reason I was able to sleep was because of the medicine I was given. And it was in a crystal clear dream that I met him; where I was meant nothing, but I was deeply sad for his passing. A door opened and he came across it, with his big, contagious smile and eyes that captivated me since the first time I saw him as a little girl; he was unable to stay still and joking and fooling around. I ran to him and threw my arms around him and held him in a tight hug while tears began to fall. I then pulled away from him to look into his eyes, and crying hard I told him "Don't. Please don't do it." I then showed him my wrists, pointing the scars I have in them for having tried years ago to do the same thing he did, back when I was deep buried in depression. I was barely able to speak after that with all my crying, but what I was trying to say was that I could understand, that it was possible to get out of such a horrible place, I was trying to say that if I was able to do it, surely he could as well if only he reached for help like I did. And even though I couldn't say that in words, he just seemed to understand it perfectly. He didn't say a word, he just held me by my shoulders as he gave me the most sweet smile and looked deep into my eyes with a peaceful glance, as if he were letting me know he was OK and at peace...
I hope you are at peace, O Captain My Captain, my King that shall live on forever in my heart