I don’t normally go in for this sort of thing. It seems like a lot of celebrities have passed away recently, including many who I admired or respected. Normally, however, I just think “that’s a bit sad” and try to move on, since I feel that anything I say will somehow sound hollow or insincere, or will just be the same thing that a million other people are saying.
Thursday was different. On Thursday Sir Terry Pratchett died and I felt like I had to pay some kind of tribute because this man has had such a profound impact on my life. I’m not too proud to say that I shed a few tears when I heard the news and I wanted to try and express (in words far less eloquent and well-crafted than his) exactly why I should feel this way about a man that I unfortunately never got the chance to meet.