This week my childhood dies...

Today Maurice Sendak died. I had loved his stories and poems since I was a kid. Learning the months of the year from reading ' Chicken Soup with Rice'. In 'Where the Wild things Are.' We all learned that you can be a terrible misbehaving kid that has adventures with monsters and that you can still come home to find dinner and loving parents.
His illustrations have inspired me to draw what my heart wanted rather than what they wanted you to draw formally to get into college.
I have read his books to my own children knowing that they will have a similar impact on their lives as well. Teaching them to go on adventures, have a 'wild rumpus' every so often and no matter what the weather is chicken soup with rice is always awesome.
You were such a great man Maurice.
Thank you, from myself and my family.