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Remembering Terry Pratchett

Posted by Fallarnon , 12 March 2015 · 2,139 views

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"Do you not know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?"

The world has truly grown poorer these past few weeks, first with the passing of the legendary Leonard Nimoy, and once again today with the passing of Sir Terry Pratchett, OBE. Sir Terry passed at home this morning, surrounded by his family and his cat, after a long struggle with Alzheimer's Disease.

I still remember the first time I cracked open the cover of The Colour of Magic, the first novel in Terry Pratchett's Discworld universe. What a fantastic concept, a flat world, borne upon the backs of massive elephants, themselves carried by the Great A'Tuin, a turtle much like any sea turtle found here on Earh, if those turtles were to somehow become spaceborne Star Turtles. The Discworld was a world of fantastic and wonderfully comedic things, from walking luggage to a comedic and endearing version of the grim reaper, Death, I have yet to recommend the series to anyone who did not find something to cherish within its pages.

Terry Pratchett was truly a genius of the literary arts and I will mourn his passing with great sorrow. While we can never have him back, I know that he is still with us. Sir Terry had a way with words when it came to the concept of life and death, and I truly agree with this sentiment: "No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away..."

For those of you not familiar with his work, I wholeheartedly recommend you take a look. He published nearly 70 novels throughout his lifetime but if I had to pick just one to start off with, I recommend beginning with the first novel of his Discworld series, The Colour of Magic which can be had in eBook format for only $3.99.

During his struggle with the disease that ultimately stole him from us, Terry was a staunch supporter of Alzheimer's Research UK, having made significant public donations to that organization. I can think of no more befitting way to honor his memory than to support this institution in the battle against Alzheimer's Disease. Barring any announcement from the family regarding Terry's wishes to the contrary, I plan to donate in his memory.

"So much universe, and so little time."

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Alzheimer's runs in my family so I already donate... I'll be donating a bit more this month in honor of Terry.

 

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"I would like my pudding now nurse. And then I think I'd like to... write... something... I don't remember what."

Standing in the corner, he waits. The sand slowly flows, but it nears it's end. The old man still glows, as thousands of threads spread a
way from him.

SQUEAK.

I AGREE. IT IS A SHAME TO SEE HIM THIS WAY.

SQUEAK.

NO. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN.... BUT I CANNOT WAIT TO ASK HIM HOW IT ALL ENDS.

The old man looks up, through them at first... and then he sees them. For once, the smile on the hooded figure's skull is genuine.

"I... I remember you. The anth... ant..."

ANTHROPOMORPHIC PERSONIFICATION.

"Yes, that. We knew each other?"

ONCE. AND WILL AGAIN, SIR.

He so rarely said it, and these feelings... remembering his young aprentice, and beloved daughter. The beautiful child they have.

"There... is a girl, yes?"

SHE IS SPEAKING TO THE AUDITORS, SIR. THEY ARE UNWILLING TO LISTEN.

"Well then. You know what they say, two things you cannot avoid. Taxes and..." He looks into the firey blue eyes, and becomes aware.

SQUEAK.

"Quite right. Is it time already? I have so much left to do."

YOU HAVE GIVEN ALL YOU CAN SIR.

"No, not cancer. Alzheimers."

I AM AWARE.

"So, where is the boy? I remember a boy."

CARRIAGE ACCIDENT.

"Ahh. Never much trusted cars. Or horses."

THEY GET YOU WHERE YOU WANT TO GO.

"Must I?"

SOON. BUT WE MAY SIT HERE AWHILE.

SQUEAK

DO YOU HAVE ANY BISCUITS?

"No. Shame really."

YES.

"Is it truely turtles?"

ALL THE WAY DOWN. I HAVE SEEN THEM.

"Ahh. I would love to see it. Perhaps a small trip before?"

IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE.

"The light is slower there... and there's a monkey...."

ORANGUTAN. SAME PRINCIPLE.

"Yes... will they remember me?"

SQUEAK.

"What was that? I could not hear you."

HE SAYS WE WILL, SIR.

"I never much liked the trouble people had with you. You seem like a nice fellow."

I HAVE MY DAYS.

"Don't we all?"

SOME LESS THAN OTHERS.

"Is it quick?"

YES. AND I BROUGHT THE SWORD. CEREMONY DICTATES IT.

"Ahh. How about a cup of tea?"

I WOULD ENJOY IT. DO YOU PLAY CHESS?

"No. how about checkers?"

And so they sat, two old friends regaling each other, though the old man could not remember all of the details, the cloaked man and his rat filled him in, when it was needed.

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