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 be comming, when people I admire, or just
people I've grown up knowing they were around, would die, because, well,
they have to be quite grown up to be someone when I'm just a kid. I've
always be 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 read first of his books when I was ten, about fifteen
years ago... I mean I've known about him longer then I didn't...).
What's
left to say? Terry Pratchett IS one of my favourite authors and that
will never change. He could've lived a longer life haven't ho got sick,
but he have. 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 exist and can be happy, that's another
place then our hearts. Because our hearts will die one day as well.
Enough about me.
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 one of my favourite ones in Czech:
"I když máte pusu plnou nugátu, chvíle může být dokonalá."
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