As a child I felt as if I was growing up with Shirley Temple, as much as my dad used to talk about her and the crush he had on her as he was a kid.
I cannot help but hear about her but think about my dad and vice versa. :)
So in memory of her passing today, I thought I owed it to my father, who passed away in 2008, who would have wanted nothing more than to mourn her passing himself had he still been alive, that I do so for him.
Since he cannot, I do so for him.