In a way, we could say that this year is, in a way, more special.
- October 31st: you would have turned 80 years old.
- July 1st: exactly 25 years that you left us.
I wish I could be around Los Angeles for these dates, but unfortunately, I may not be able to, as I was 5 years ago. Anyway, I think your soul is around any of your fans and beloved ones.
It is just unbelievable how time runs. I still remember myself, as a child, sceptical about the news saying that you had passed away. I was only 11 then and though, it hurt me so deep inside that my parents could not believe what was happening to me and were blaming me for “being so silly”. In fact, as a teenager, it has not been easy to defend being one of your fans as people generally describe you as a corny person. Now, I really do not care what people think about that. I personally believe that the world would be a little better if today’s children watched your shows; indeed, they would know quite more about civility and respect for other people and animals.
Nevertheless, 25 years after, I can tell you it was no silliness as it still hurts, though I try to practice what you wanted: “remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don’t remember me at all.”
You were like a loving and understanding father teaching me how to live and how to deal with many kinds of problems in “Little House on the Prairie” and, though I do not really believe in angels, you have been a role model for how to carry my life in “Highway to Heaven”.
Thank you Michael, thank you Eugene, for being a great inspiration in everything I do.
I love you.