Dark clouds rolled into my neighborhood today for a little while, but then I thought about it after reading these posts and the clouds dissipated.
I think about it and Mr. Rogers was a genuine man and a minister. You can't really consider today as a bad thing because, after leading such a clean, clear life--and having been stricken with cancer--he's very much better off today than yesterday.
He was a blessing to us all (I'm sure) and, even though I couldn't pay much attention to him since there were no Muppets, he touched us all in the little time we spent with him all those years.
Weird thing is, last Thursday (I think it was) I actually stopped flipping through the channels and watched his show and felt comfortable, wanted, and loved. A feeling he gave to all the people who watched his show.
Indeed, I would have been proud to call him a neighbor and a friend.
Today, I reflect on who he was and what he was about, and I consider him a hero.