THE END

It may come as no surprise, given the way I try to write, that I love Sir Terry Pratchett.

I find I must use that word--love. I have been sad to see other famous people go--the sort of abstract pity or empathy of a sincerely meant "Oh, that's a shame"--but the final lines with which his death was announced hurt too much to be about a stranger. I never had the pleasure or privilege of shaking his hand, but I feel like I've met him nonetheless, a few dozen times across the face of the Disk.

It made him a friend, in a peculiar way particular to his avocation. I am sorry to have lost him. I will miss him. But he will always be on my shelves, in my home, and apparently, in my heart.

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[SPark]

Gosh dang it, you made me tear up, and I'd managed not to over this so far. I'll miss him too.