Dad… it’s been 9 years. In our family collection of blurry, squinty and poorly composed photos around the world, I found this - a typical Pratchett shot since we are 1)Not looking at the camera 2)focused on food and 3) embracing hat wearing. The trifecta. Miss you always. ❤️
@rhipratchett I only really began discovering the cosmos of his writing after his death, and oh, how I wish I had met him at least once during his lifetime. Page by page, line by line, word by word, I feel seen and addressed by his narrative voice, seen in all the fragile, vulnerable, questionable clutter of my and our humanity. I cannot even begin to fathom how much you must miss him. Take care, and keep the love and joy coruscating.