It's not about me, it's about Sir Terry Pratchett, but I need a few lines to express my sadness over him passing.
I
have to admit, I haven't felt sadness so deep, even when four years and
almost two days ago a giant tsunami hit Japan… I was sad, I've felt
sympathy for the dead and I almost cried for the survivors who lost
their loved ones, but this, this is worse.
I always
knew days like this one will come, when people I admire, or just
people I've grown up knowing they were around, would die, because, well,
they had to be grown up to already be Someones when I was just a kid. I've
always been scared for losing my grandparents and later in life my parents
and aunts, but I've also been scared that people like Terry Pratchett
would die (and I was only ten, when I read first of his books - about fifteen
years ago... I mean, I've known about him beeing around longer then I didn't know…).
What's
left to say? Terry Pratchett is one of my favourite authors and that
will never change. He could've live a longer life hadn't he gotten sick,
but he had. Whether his passing was natural or not (I've heard some
rummors about euthanasia, but I don't really care, if he choose his life
was over for he couldn't write anymore or any other reason, I wouldn't
judge even if it were my place to judge), he's gone and I'm on the brink
of tears and my heart aches hoping only that he's better now, that
there's some place, he still exists and can be happy, and that's a different
place from our hearts. Because our hearts will die one day as well.
Enough about that now…
Goodbye,
Sir! I can honestly say I loved you for the wonderfull worlds you gave
us. Goodbye and… I can't think of any appropiate quote and certainly
not one in English… so here's one of my favourite ones in Czech:
„I když máte pusu plnou nugátu, chvíle může být dokonalá.“
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