*sniffle* If anyone needs me, I'll be under the blanket for a while. Bawling my eyes out all over again - but thinking of the good memories.
Perhaps we should not obsess so much about the fact of pTerry's passing. Perhaps the best way to remember pTerry is to remember the glorious life he had, the fun he had and shared with us, and the fact that when he passed on, he was not in much pain.
Even so... this evening I picked up TSC. It was a bittersweet moment. To know that I had in my hands the last book he ever wrote. To think that we live in a world where John Lennon was murdered, where pTerry and Doug Adams and Chris Lee have passed on, and yet, we have to live in a world where Kanye West and Kim Kardashian and Donald Trump still walk around.
Please, I want to book a ticket on the Golgafrincham B Ark. I don't want to wait.
And that slightly depressing thought reminds me of the funeral music from Wagner's
Götterdämmerung and Edgar's closing words in Shakespeare's
King Lear, a play that is once studied and never forgotten:
The weight of this sad time we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest have borne most; we that are young
will never see so much, nor live so long.
I need a hug........ *reaches for the box of Kleenex*