Robin.

Why??  Did it hurt that bad?  Why were you alone?  It hurts so much, Robin.  My heart hurts, I can't stop crying.  Please tell me it's a joke.  It's not true.  Peter Pan can't die, he can't.
I am a clinically depressed person.  I am on medication.  I have to take that medication or I am not a civilized, rational person.  Were you on meds, did you stop taking them or did they make you feel nothing, or you had the wrong dose?
You see, I have to blame someone.  I can't blame him, I can't, because he had a sickness that killed my uncle, that killed you.  Was no one there????  To do that you had to take time, to think about it.
I just do not want this to be true.
I made him laugh once.  He was at the Comedy Store in LA.  He was so funny.  I had my Mork suspenders on and he said, "Na noo Na Noo" and I gave him a Vulcan peace sign back and he said, "You speak it with an accent,"  which was very funny and he laughed.  He was my 22nd birthday present from friends that knew I needed a laugh.  I was so down, Robin. I was so on the floor at that point.
I was not diagnosed with clinical depression until about ten years ago.  It took several meds to find the right one and I am on them and will stay on them because I cannot imagine being that person again that was not on meds.  My poor Robin, were you on meds?
Oh I love you. I love you so much.
You poor baby.  I love you.  I am going to miss you so much.