For the creator of Ankh-Morpork

In complete controversy of the things I talk about here now I want to turn my eyes towards someone else, a man who I love and adore, a man who made an imaginary world a real, breathing thing and now has shared it with millions of fans around the planet. This man is the famous writer Terry Pratchett.
He came out to the public with the news of his illness, a rare kind of Alzheimer's. It is saddening that such a grate mind, a man who has build an entire world in his imagination and showed it so beautifully to all who wished, has to go trough such a thing. The mere thought of forgetting all the things he wrote, all his life, for me and many more I think would be devastating.
But in the spirit of Pratchett I will not cry and mumble how horrible this is as though he is already dead. As he said in his letter to all his fans I quote:” Frankly, I would prefer it if people kept things cheerful, because I think there's time for at least a few more books yet. I will, of course, be dead at some future point, as will everybody else.” And of course he is completely right about it. Instead of hundreds of fans crying that it’s all over we should be glad that he has shown such optimism and will continue to write to the moment when he can’t anymore. We all will perish eventually but that doesn’t mean to just sit and wait for the bitter end. So I say to you, my friend, my favorite writer and joker, my greatest example of how a one should face all the things that this crazy world has to offer, I am in thoughts always with you.
Even if we are worlds apart if we are connected by smiles, our dreams will surely connect as well.
As last words I will not say to you to be strong because you are already stronger then many others, but I will say to you to keep on writing and keep on walking. Take care my friend.