I don't know how to cope.
my favorite author died on Feb 7 and I just found out.
my favorite author who've I've loved since I was old enough to read a chapter books.
my favorite author who I would email and ask questions to.
my favorite author who got me out of all of my reading slump.
my favorite author who taught me invaluable lessons.
my favorite author who inspired me to make my own stories, to write my own book.
John Flanagan you will always be my favorite author. You will always have a shelf dedicated to you in my book stacks. You will always be apart of my childhood, just like you were for so many others.
your characters were who I turned to when I didn't have any friends. Your world was what I learned my lessons from.
I still have a bronze oakleaf necklace I wear almost everyday that I made all those years ago.
I had truly hoped to meet you one day. To talk with you, even to shake your hand.
The emails I have from you have been lost to time, no longer in my inbox, and no longer in my cloud. Its like they left with you.
Do you think I could possibly have them back?
It's sad really. How this era of my life is ending with my childhood. How the series that I've read since a young age is ending with adulthood looming.
I had hoped to bring you with me there, but I can see that I'm meant to continue on without you and your stories now.
You lived a long life, but it still felt to short.
selfishly I wish you were still here, just so that I could hear one more story from you. one more plot line. One more escape. to another world...
But I know that's not possible. I can only hope that you are getting to enjoy a wonderful afterlife, getting to meet all the people who've looked up to you.
Thank you for everything you've given us.
