Because he just can't be gone, you see. There just can't be a world without him. We need him. I need him.
If I believed for one solid moment that there was an afterlife, I would be dead by now, to be in a place with him. God, that sounded melodramatic. But it is what it is. I have spent the week collecting my favorite TV and movie appearances of him. I can't watch them, though. Not yet. It's too soon. I may never be able to watch them again. I can't even read articles about him or look at pictures of him. I had to log off facespace and twitter for two days.
I always imagined he was my "real" father. that he was where i got my weird from. i dreamed he would come and save me from the savages that raised me. I watched his movies and shows and interviews and stand up over and over and over again. I wore my rainbow suspenders. I cried and whined because I couldn't get the same pins for mine that he had for his. I tried to drink with my finger, and i sat on my own head. I was as uninhibited as a child as Mork was, he was my idol, I wished he was my dad.
That wish never went away. And it never will.
You can't run from us, Robin. We will always love you, no matter what you do.