I’m not usually someone who cries when a celebrity dies. I get slightly melancholy, express my loss and move on. Ever since I heard the news that Terry Pratchett died, I can’t seem to stop.
I found Pratchett’s fiction when I was just learning to become an actual person, somewhere around my 16th birthday. His words have been a constant companion in my life ever since. Others will write and have written eloquently about what an amazing person and what a master craftsman he was. I never met him and didn’t know him but through his words. And yet it feels like a very personal loss. My heart goes out to the people who actually knew him.
NO. THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.
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