sigh
Well, I am leaving for Ohio this morning. Getting things packed up, though I can’t find my one bag. . .
So I woke up to the sad news this morning that Mr. Rogers has died. It does make me very sad, as I really liked him (even took the afternoon off from work last year to watch the last episode). I spent some time this morning, when I should have been packing, just thinking. Listened to the theme song and my eyes got watery enough to overflow a bit. But then I thought about it, and I don’t know if anyone remembers how he handled stuff like this on his show, but he always would make everything seem comfortable, no matter how scary it had been before your parents turned on the TV for you.
So I think that, had he been here to help us through this, he would have made us comfortable with it. I don’t think he was afraid of going away. All he wanted was for us to be happy with ourselves and be nice to others. And I am going to try to do both of those things little more today. And I think that’s all he wanted — to affect all of his “television neighbors” in a positive way.
So. . .
Let’s make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we’re together, we might as well say
“Would you be my, could you be my, won’t you be
My neighbor?”