I'm a little late to this thread, but I think I had some sort of psychic moment the day Jerry died, I am not even kidding.
Even though it is August, I was listening to the soundtrack to “Muppet Christmas Carol” in the car on the way to work that afternoon, and I specifically was thinking about how awesome Jerry Nelson is, and how he seemed to be heavily featured on almost every song.... thinking about his incredible vocal range and charming characterizations, and I was particularly enjoying picking out his voice as various background/minor characters (“no cheeses for us meeces”, lol). So I generally spent a good 2 hours that day thinking about him and his massive amount of talent and how much I love him. I thought about the fan letter and drawing I sent him about 3 months ago, and wondered if he’d ever write back.
And then I get home that night after an extremely long day, and think I should go to bed but instead turn on the computer “just for a second” before going to sleep and low and behold, find out via various Muppet Tumblrs that Jerry passed away. So, naturally, “just a second” turned into an hour of lighting a candle in his honor, scanning a photo out of one of my Muppet books to add to the internet, and making a Tumblr post while listening to various Jerry-centric clips on Youtube. Then when I finally did get to sleep, I actually had a dream that I was with him in a hospital room as he passed, and for awhile after that. Craziness! It was incredibly intense, but even though it was sad, it was peaceful as well. I hope that his actual passing was as peaceful and without pain or distress as possible.
His death was not a huge surprise, but it is still incredibly sad and pretty shocking in a deep, heavy way to me. I'm 31 years old, and he’s just always been there, and always been so happy to be involved in Muppety stuff to the best of his ability, despite his health setbacks. It’s so sad that that won’t be the case any longer.
Jerry was probably my favorite Muppeteer after Jim Henson himself. I am in awe of his vast vocal abilities, and there’s something else about him that I just love, some unique spark I can't quite describe. He does so much heavy lifting for very little public recognition. He was generous to fans, kind and responsive and very funny, open with his thoughts and memories. I think part of my love for him is that he reminds me of my Dad in many ways, both physically and just something about the way he carries himself in interviews. I love his characters. I love listening to him sing.
His talent and the vast amount of good works that he has put into the world cannot be overstated. He was pivotal in my development as a human being, and I will always remember him fondly and with much love. I wish I could have met him and heard that voice in person, and maybe even shook his hand (though I'd really have loved to give him a hug). I hope that he got my letter in time to read my appreciation, but if he didn’t it’s OK because surely he must know how much the world loved him.
Rest in Peace, Jerry Nelson. Thanks for everything.