Every year I celebrate Fred Rogers’s birthday the way I would celebrate the birthday of a dear friend who had passed away. For years I marked the day by wearing a red zippered cardigan I got from Goodwill just for the occasion. This year I went simple. I bought Fred some flowers and put them next to the photo I keep of him in the living room. I talked to him throughout the day, and he smiled his beatific smile at me. I told him I missed him and that the world was better for having had him in it.
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