I’m the worst Jim Henson fan ever. I didn’t realize yesterday was the anniversary of his death. Then again, I always think it’s nicer to celebrate the anniversary of someone’s birth. Which, for Jim, is September 24th. But I saw this video this morning and there’s no way I’m going to remember to save it until September 24th, so I’m posting it now. Because it made me cry.
And NO I’M NOT HORMONAL so shut it.
I just miss Jim.
‘Cause he always makes me think of Dad.
When we were kids, we measured time in Muppet Shows. When we were all crammed in the car driving to Illinois to see Mom’s family, we’d scream from the back, “How much further?”
Dad would calmly answer, “Five more Muppet Shows.”
We were SO into the Muppets, that Dad even made his very own monster puppet and spent hours pretending to gnaw off our faces with that fur-lined mouth. He still has that Muppet.