Hiya! I'm Mary. I'm old enough to not want to share my age on tumblr. ::Disney::Old Hollywood::Broadway::Nostalgia::
It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.
Our neighbor didn’t die, he was just needed someplace else.
He took a moment that was about recognizing him and turned it into a moment to recognize everyone who was there and everyone who made it possible for him to do what he does. If you want a perfect example of why he is so fondly remembered and such a great person, it’s tough to find a better one than this.
Not gonna lie, I teared up reading this. He touched on the core of humanity, and I feel similarly about those I have crossed paths with in this life. Thank you, Mr. Rogers.