But the heart it takes to share who you are, how much you’ve suffered only to be you, that’s something incredible.
Something can be pause for thought, a good hearty laugh, or a chance for learning and discovery.
Sometimes, when life is busy or tough, knowing your comfort zone and residing there is good and, even more, necessary. Sometimes you need to push the reading envelope a little.
What’s still out there that you haven’t yet managed to read?
So, why am I angry? I’m angry for the way that we lost him. That we had to lose him at all. What I want to say here, falls apart. I stare at this paragraph and the screen blurs. It is futile and it is anger. It is loss.
And now that the world has lost such a fine mind, a novelist, a scientist, a local, and a woman with a way with words, I can only stare numbly at the gap in my bookshelf.
This is for you, Mister Asimov. This is my unwritten letter. With the warmest of affection and the greatest of admiration.