Today we lost Sir Terry Pratchett. Eight years after being diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s disease, Terry died at home, surrounded by his family.
The fact that I’ve been expecting, no, dreading, this day since he announced his “embuggerance” doesn’t make it any easier to bear. Terry’s books were full of wit, warmth, and humanity, and added to the total amount of joy in my life, if not that of the world in general.
I’ll leave more detailed tributes to those who can marshall their thoughts. I’m finding it hard enough to type this because the damn screen keeps going blurry. Yeah, actual tears are flowing, and that’s all I can say right now.
Normal posts will resume later.