I’m trying not to cry in the middle of my law class and my brain immediately shouts:
“But I haven’t finished all of your books!”
“I haven’t met you yet!”
“You were working on books despite your Alzheimer’s, you were, I heard! Were they finished? Did you finish your legacy?”
and “Please don’t go.”
Sir Terry Pratchett, you were one of my favorite authors, one of the smartest authors I’ve ever read, and one with such heart besides. Death is glad to walk with you now, while the rest of us mourn.