A star has gone out, but its light shines on. We were shocked and profoundly saddened today to learn of the death of Sir Terry Pratchett, whose dazzling displays of literary magic have enriched and illuminated our lives for so many years. As many of you will know, Sir Terry had the “embuggerance” that is Alzheimer’s, of which he is now free. His passing has left a hole in our lives that all the words in the world cannot fill, since he is no longer there to write them.
“Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.”
Step out among the stars, Sir Terry, and teach them how to shine. We’ll miss you.