The last hour has been surreal. I am not even sure that it has been that long. A friend of mine sent me a message: Did you hear about Pratchett. I hadn’t. Sir Terry Pratchett has taken Death’s hand. I hope that he had the death that he wished for. Among family and friends and with good music playing on his iPod.
We knew this day was coming. That one day the embuggerance would claim him. But knowing that something is coming does not necessarily mean that it is easier when the event occurs. I had warned Riaan that when I learned of Pratchett’s death I would be devastated.
But, I am surprised by how it hit me. The same hollow feeling in my chest that I felt when I learned of my mom’s passing. I did not expect that.
I began to explore Sir Terry’s world when I was a teenager, and I believe that I am a better person for having travelled there. My encounters on the Discworld have helped me become a kinder, more gentle, compassionate person.
When I decided to come out with my mental illness his words that:
Before you can slay the monster you must be prepared to say its name.
kept going round and round in my head, helping me find courage.
The world was a better place for him being in it, and he will be sorely missed.
Love and grief,