Them feels

Right in the feels, man.
*proceeds to sob*

That man did more to raise me than either of the genetic donors I'm supposed to call parents.

It's too bad he's gone. They keep his sweater in the Smithsonian museum.

More words than most Americans

This man tought me how to deal with troubles from war and divorce, and the little things like why I shouldn't be afraid of getting my hair cut. I love Mr. Rogers.

I met Koko before and my my 2nd cousin was swinging on a pole making monkey noises and she started banging on the glass trying to attack us and then she proceeded to annoy the lions by spinning her zebra pattern umbrella in front of them going "ohh zeebra... zeebra"

I adore this. Two of my favorite souls, embracing one another.