This post was going to be about writing, but one of my favorite writing voices was silenced today. I need to take a moment to acknowledge Terry Pratchett’s passing. I’m sure I don’t have anything to say that many more people haven’t already said, and with far more eloquence.
I give you a quote from Pratchett himself:
I dare say that quite a few people have contemplated death for reasons that much later seemed to them to be quite minor. If we are to live in a world where a socially acceptable “early death” can be allowed, it must be allowed as a result of careful consideration.
Let us consider me as a test case. As I have said, I would like to die peacefully with Thomas Tallis on my iPod before the disease takes me over and I hope that will not be for quite some time to come, because if I knew that I could die at any time I wanted, then suddenly every day would be as precious as a million pounds. If I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice.”
(You can read the whole speech here.)
In my mind, Sir Terry is sitting on a bridge with Death at his side, sharing a sandwich, overlooking us all with his trademark grin on his face. The world is richer for him having been here, and poorer for the loss.