Weepville, Population: All Of Us
After one last enormous whimper, I thought I had pulled myself together enough to write about the continued aftermath of Robin's "death" (you will never take from me my quotation marks of delusion!)--for the better part of this week, I couldn't even hear the show over the sound of my sniffles, and when someone today said the name Robin, as in Gibb, I had to excuse myself, but I thought that today, I'd be able to write. Granted, I didn't think that I'd be able to write a lot, because it's so difficult to look at the computer screen through tears, but I thought I'd at least be able to do a few variations of "[ACTOR/ACTRESS'S NAME] was [SYNONYM FOR BRILLIANT] and it made me [SOME RIDICULOUS EXAMPLE OF ME BEING OVEREMOTIONAL]!" because, really, this cast is beyond amazing.
But this? THIS? It robbed me of words.
All I can type is the random gibberish that happened when I had to rest my head on my keyboard, which then short circuited from my tears. My whole face hurt, from the sadness and the sparks that flew...
The flashback to adorable, wee Robin was below the belt, but EVERYTHING has been so good this week--the performances have been stellar and so hard to watch, haven't they? It's all be SO real and SO painful. Jason Thompson, Rebecca Herbst, John J. York, Finola Hughes, Tristan Rogers (!!!)--it is criminal that they haven't all been major parts of GH in recent years, because they are all so amazingly talented.
Anna: There's no mistake. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Robert: No. Anna, it's our daughter.
Epiphany, after finding Patrick collapsing--literally, collapsing with grief, OMG, I am crying just thinking of it: Don't do anything or say anything. Just listen to me. Feels like quicksand, doesn't it? Pain so deep it sucks you right in. But you're going to find your way out.
Patrick: I can't.
Epiphany: Yes, you can. You can't fall apart right now. Not when you've got that beautiful girl at home.
Epiphany: That's the one.
Patrick: She doesn't know. How do I...?
Epiphany: You just do it. You'll find the strength because Emma's going to need you right now. She's going to need you to look up to, to hold her hand and make her laugh.
Patrick: You want me to tell her jokes?
Epiphany: Yes, and I want you to sing and dance and wear silly hats when you play dress up. Do whatever it takes to keep her going because that's what's going to keep you going, too.
Patrick: I can't breath, Epiphany. With Robin gone, I can't even get air.
Epiphany: Patrick, you're a good man with a lot of good left to do in this world. You can't let anything stop you [Here, her voice starts to crack and if I didn't lose it at the sight of Patrick falling down, I lost it here--Ed.], not even this.
Robert's conscience, appearing in the form of a ghostly Robin: Daddy, where were you? Where were you when I was burning up in the lab? You were my hero. You can save anyone. Why didn't you save me?
Robert: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Emma: Is Mommy home?
Patrick: Okay, come here. Oh my gosh, you're getting so big. I have to tell you something very important.
Emma: Okay Daddy.
Patrick: There was an accident at the hospital and Mommy got hurt.
Emma: Does she need a bandaid? She can have one of mine, with the princesses.
Elizabeth: Hi, sweet girl. Do you remember when Cameron got that fish for his birthday?
Elizabeth: Remember? The one he named Tiger? Well, one day, Tiger didn't feel like swimming around his bowl anymore. He got sick, so we had to take him to the doctor and the doctor said they couldn't do anything for him, so he had to let Tiger go to heaven.
Patrick: That's where Mommy is right now.
Emma: When is she coming back?
Patrick: Baby, she's not going to come back. She's up there with the angels. She's going to be protecting you for the rest of your life, watching over you. She's always going to love you, no matter what.
I SOBBED ALL THE SOBS!
Do you want to know how truly serious this is? I mean, how serious it is aside from my sadness-related hypochondria? I am too sad to even properly mock Sonny using Robin's death as an excuse to sex up Kate. THAT serious. Usually, viciously mocking Sonny is like a warm fuzzy blanket for me, but that's not even comforting me right now! I'm all defanged!