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I ate'nt dead. I use that phrase a lot. It doesn't mean quite the same thing Granny Weatherwax means by it, but it serves a purpose. To me, it means I come back. Every time life, illness, depression, or Nasty People beat me down, I come back. Even when I look lifeless and hopeless, I'm still tied to this body, this life - my spirit may be wandering for a bit but I'm Still Here.
A lovely man was beaten by the Embuggerance this week. Sir Terry Pratchett, genuine RL friend to many of my friends, conversational acquaintance to me (he could still remember my name last time we met, though needed a prompt first - that's ok, he met thousands of fans every year!), beloved friend-they-never-met to many more of my friends, died on Thursday 12 March, with family and cat in attendance. That last part is particularly important. I like to imagine there was curry around too. His Twitter account announced the news in characteristic style:
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
The End.
Tributes have been overwhelming in number; most of them have made me cry. But... the turtle still moves. Pterry ate'nt dead. His spirit is wandering, but he's left a whole world of Stuff here.
A lovely man was beaten by the Embuggerance this week. Sir Terry Pratchett, genuine RL friend to many of my friends, conversational acquaintance to me (he could still remember my name last time we met, though needed a prompt first - that's ok, he met thousands of fans every year!), beloved friend-they-never-met to many more of my friends, died on Thursday 12 March, with family and cat in attendance. That last part is particularly important. I like to imagine there was curry around too. His Twitter account announced the news in characteristic style:
AT LAST, SIR TERRY, WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.
Terry took Death's arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.
The End.
Tributes have been overwhelming in number; most of them have made me cry. But... the turtle still moves. Pterry ate'nt dead. His spirit is wandering, but he's left a whole world of Stuff here.