On Tuesday morning, I was telling my best friend about going to see Neil Gaiman the day before. I told him that he talked about Terry having Alzheimer’s and I got the impression that Terry didn’t have long to live. I told him, it was something about the way Neil paused, not looking up, and there was a kinetic emotion that I experienced in the crowd. I can’t speak for Neil or how he was feeling at that moment, but in my mind, there was a great sadness. I felt it myself. I was not surprised when his passing was announced today, because I already had the impression it was coming soon. For that, I say thank you to Neil for softening the blow today.
Today, I feel reminiscent of how I felt that Monday in the crowd. I felt sadness for Terry, his loved ones, and friends. I felt a disappointment in never having the chance to meet Terry, or ever seeing new work from him. Growing up, my family wasn’t very encouraging when it came to books, art, etc. However, if I hadn’t lacked that refinement in my childhood, then my husband wouldn’t have had the pleasure of introducing me to so many wonderful things… Terry Pratchett being one of them. The experiences that I had with my husband, was like the world had opened up and I wasn’t alone anymore. He introduced me to Doctor Who, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, and all the many things we bonded over in the past 14 years (going on fifteen). None of them know me or my husband, but they are part of our journey, our bond, and our lives. I’ll miss your presence here, but you will always exist in my world.