Goodbye, Mr. Rogers
I grew up with Mr. Rogers. It's hard to believe he's gone. I'll never forget the first time I ever saw his show. Guess I was 5 or 6 at the time (hard to believe I was ever that young, but that's another story). (Also hard to believe I still remember this, but that's also another story.) There was this nice, friendly man on Channel 13 showing a litter of kittens. Wow! Loved kittens. Still do. Love at first sight. Most kiddie shows are fast-paced, high-pitched, and frantic. His was gentle, straightforward, and he had the nicest smile. Laugh at his sweater all you want, but I loved it. It's also his fault that I have a thing for trolleys.
Fast forward to today. I've always wanted to write him a fan letter but never had the nerve. Now it's too late. This is the next-best thing. I pray for his family and hope that he's up there in Heaven making all the little kids smile.
Thanks, Joel, for letting me post this to your blog site. You're the best husband anyone could ever hope for, and I love you.