I’ve said a few times on this blog, and to my husband, that I am so glad I finally gave in and started reading Terry Pratchett’s stuff. The guy is a genius.
Sadly, he passed away March 12. The first full day without Terry Pratchett was Friday the 13th. Seems right.
This world can be harsh. What I loved, and will continue to love and cherish, about Terry Pratchett is his way to shine a light on the world. On politics. On war. On fairy tales! Terry had a way of showing us that the world was so much better than what we have made of it.
I had already planned to read all of his Discworld novels again this year. I have read two new to me and finished the series for Rincewind and I’m almost done with The Witches. Now it seems even more important to honor Terry Pratchett by not only reading Discworld but the other novels that he has out there.
Sir Terry Pratchett was a bright light in this world with a mind that was unlike any other. He gave the world a look inside that crazy mind of his and I’m so appreciative of that opportunity. I feel like we lost a great, great man.
BUT I know for those of us that are in absolute awe over his work, we will continue to cherish what he has given to us and keep it all of the stories therein, close to our hearts. I plan to share this love with not only my daughter, but also my nieces and nephew. I hope they will grow to know that this man was beyond wonderful and his stories and characters will live with us.
Something I found on Reddit sums this up…
The sun goes down upon the Ankh,
And slowly, softly fades –
Across the Drum; the Royal Bank;
The River-Gate; the Shades.
A stony circle’s closed to elves;
And here, where lines are blurred,
Between the stacks of books on shelves,
A quiet ‘Ook‘ is heard.
A copper steps the city-street
On paths he’s often passed;
The final march; the final beat;
The time to rest at last.
He gives his badge a final shine,
And sadly shakes his head –
While Granny lies beneath a sign
That says: ‘I aten’t dead.’
The Luggage shifts in sleep and dreams;
It’s now. The time’s at hand.
For where it’s always night, it seems,
A timer clears of sand.
And so it is that Death arrives,
When all the time has gone…
But dreams endure, and hope survives,
And Discworld carries on.
But… we do have hope because as someone else that read this noted:
“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.”
-Terry Pratchett, “Reaper Man”