O God. Mister Rogers is dead.

My heart is absolutely broken. The biggest non-personal death in my life was Jim Henson, and I always knew that the only one that could be on that level would be Mister Rogers.

One of my earliest clear memories is of walking down the street to my ballet class (alone at the age of five, it certainly was a different time!), weeping because I was missing Mister Rogers. I still sing the Friend song everytime I have to spell the word friend ("F-R-I-E-N-D, special, you are my friend, you're special to me..."), it's almost impossible to stress how deeply this man that I never met and his show meant to me in my life.

I was on the phone with Omar and he asked whether I had heard about it, and I asked him whether he had learned English from watching Mister Rogers, and he answered that of course he did. That Mister Rogers made him feel that there were people in America who were gentle and kind and who spoke softly and cared about you, unlike what he saw outside his front door.

Goodbye, Mister Rogers, thank you for being my neighbour.

Today's horoscope:
Just in case you were getting comfortable, the Stars shake things up. You'd never meet your challenges if they waited for you to come to them. Start doing your best in your area of specialty.

One year ago today:
"I've decided to update every day for the duration of Lent, so that Kymm will have plenty to read when she's done. If anyone else cares to join me, we could start a little Nibelung ring and put all the Lent entries in one place!"

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