: Also, I've read thru every post and not only do I feel OH so very old, but I wanted to tell you my memories of the day JH died.
I was 17, a senior in high school, we were rehearsing for one of the musicals so I'd not seen any news since about 6 that morning. It was after 5 when I got home, my brother and I rushed thru our homework while Mom made dinner. Dad was in the hospital at the time, so we were trying to get up there as quickly as we could so we could spend some time with him before visiting hours were over.
It was after 6PM when we got there. I knew something was up because Dad wasn't acting like himself. I sat down on the edge of the bed while Dan Rather (I think?) was giving the news of the day. They came to Sammy Davis Jr. dying and I was upset since Dad had taken me to the Ice Capades (when I was 5) and we both fell in love with "Mr. Bojangles". I said something like "Well, one more childhood memory is gone".
Then they did it........they just HAD to say it.......and I knew what Dad was trying to hide from me. He laid there and cried while I wept uncontorlably (sp?) Mom and Robby were standing to the side of us, just looking at us. The Muppets are how Dad and I bonded, I had EVERY one of the shows on tape by that point..........and now my childhood had died.
I was numb, but in such a rush with the musical, graduation etc.... for the next few days that I don't remember much of that week. Dad came home and we sat and watched Muppet tapes until the weeee small hours of the morning.
It's hard for me to believe it's been 14 years. I've become an aunt 3 times over, had my 10 year reunion, been married, gained and lost friends and jobs.........and I still can't belive that he's gone.