It’s fitting that, in celebration of his life, many outlets have honored Jim Henson in his death this week.

My grandmother passed away just a few short days ago.

And in doing so, as is often the case, she has left behind many people who are now reflecting on their own mortality and familial bonds and the essence of time and goodness and meaning. Such is my state.

And I’m not entirely sure why, but I took some form of solace in this little note that Henson wrote to his children while he was still very much alive and in good health. Many thanks to one of my favorite sources of inspiration – letters of note.

First of all, don’t feel bad that I’m gone. While I will miss spending time with each of you, I’m sure it will be an interesting time for me and I look forward to seeing all of you when you come over. To each of you I send my love. If on this side of life I’m able to watch over and help you out, know that I will. If I can’t, I’m sure I can at least be waiting for you when you come over. This all may sound silly to you guys, but what the hell, I’m gone—and who can argue with me?

Life is meant to be fun, and joyous, and fulfilling. May each of yours be that—having each of you as a child of mine has certainly been one of the good things in my life. Know that I’ve always loved each of you with an eternal, bottomless love. A love that has nothing to do with each other, for I feel my love for each of you is total and all-encompassing. Please watch out for each other and love and forgive everybody. It’s a good life, enjoy it.