If he were still alive, Jim Henson would have been seventy-seven on September 24th. That was also the day a new biography about him was released. I got it on my Kindle and took a look at it this weekend. I didn’t even make it through the prologue before the tears started flowing.
It feels weird to think this way, but his death had a more profound effect on me than any other I can think of (including people I’m related to). The fact that I still get choked up over the death of someone I never met and who has been gone for over 20 years is amazing.
I grew up with Sesame Street and The Muppet Show. I saw The Dark Crystal in theaters. And even though I was probably a little older than the target audience, I watched every bit of Fraggle Rock. When something gets into your psyche at a young age, it gets ahold of you. These can be good or bad experiences, but they become a permanent part of who you are.
I think what had me tear up as I read about Jim doing a Kermit bit in the prologue was that there would never be anything new from him ever again. His children still run his company and I thoroughly enjoyed the new Muppet film but something was lost forever back in 1990. That’s just the truth of it.
If I had the power to resurrect any one person that has ever lived, I can’t think of anyone else I would choose. Not one leader or writer or brilliant scientist. Just him. I wonder what that says about me?
Who means that much to you?