"No one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone’s life is only the core of their actual existence."
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And the world grew dimmer for his leaving it.
We could use more people of both depth and whimsy in the world.
He made the world a happier more imaginative place and his impact will echo for many years to come. My adult kids were raised reading him so I have done my part to keep the echo ringing.