I recently went through a loss that rocked my world worse than when Davy Jones passed away. Jerry Nelson, a puppeteer for Sesame Street, passed away. You may question why I am so torn up over a puppeteer from a children's show. The answer is that Nelson brought life and voice to the first man I ever loved:
|Count von Count|
Like so many heartbroken women before me, I would channel my pain over seeing his preference for another woman into something creative, such as making The Count the first time I ever worked with gumpaste:
|Made of pure sugar cause he's so sweet.|
Think about it, almost 20 people in my life reached out to me when the puppeteer of The Count died, which allows us to draw two conclusions:
1. My friends are amazing,
2. My friends also suspect that I am an unstable whack job
Regardless of whether my sanity should be questioned because I carry a flame for a piece of animated felt, the pain I have felt in knowing that The Count I love will never be back is very real. I have always considered Count von Count my personal, "One That Got Away," and Mr. Nelson's death just solidifies that fact for me.
It's a tough pill to swallow, to know that this dream will never be a reality:
|What was once a high hope is now a mere shattered dream|
Thank you to everyone who has helped me through this challenging period in my life. And to Jerry Nelson, I hope you are at peace. Thanks for bringing The Count to life and allowing me feel a love that I will carry in my heart for a lifetime.
Rest in Peace, Jerry.