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Mar. 12th, 2003 12:00 amHappy Birthday, Douglas Adams. You would have been 51 today.
Dear Mr Adams,
I feel incredibly privileged to have met you twice in my life, but there are still so many things I would like to say to you. I never thanked you for changing my life, for making me a better person, and most especially for making me the person I am today. I wish you had known how much your books meant to me, how much you meant to me. Even though I never knew you, I always thought of you as my friend, someone I could confide in and trust with my deepest secrets. I knew I could always turn to you for comfort when I was feeling down, and you would never fail to cheer me up, because that's the kind of friend you were to me -- the best friend anyone could ever have. I wish I had told you that when I met you. Without your books I would not be the person I am today -- your humour, unique perspective on life, and most importantly your kindness and generosity showed me how to live, and how to enjoy the life I have. Your humourous writing helped me survive the bleakest years of my life, I honestly don't think I could have made it without you. And not just you: through my love of your works, I discovered many other wonderful people I love and cherish today -- I found my beloved Neil Gaiman, and rediscovered Monty Python, whom I knew as a child but never understood until I knew you. I wish I could have told you how much finding these people meant to me, how much a part of my personality they have become, and it's all thanks to you. I miss you. I never even knew you, but I miss you. I feel like a part of me is gone, because you are not there. Your words have inspired me, delighted me, comforted me, given me friends when I was all alone. And you will never know.
Happy Birthday my friend. You are gone, but never, ever, forgotten.
Dear Mr Adams,
I feel incredibly privileged to have met you twice in my life, but there are still so many things I would like to say to you. I never thanked you for changing my life, for making me a better person, and most especially for making me the person I am today. I wish you had known how much your books meant to me, how much you meant to me. Even though I never knew you, I always thought of you as my friend, someone I could confide in and trust with my deepest secrets. I knew I could always turn to you for comfort when I was feeling down, and you would never fail to cheer me up, because that's the kind of friend you were to me -- the best friend anyone could ever have. I wish I had told you that when I met you. Without your books I would not be the person I am today -- your humour, unique perspective on life, and most importantly your kindness and generosity showed me how to live, and how to enjoy the life I have. Your humourous writing helped me survive the bleakest years of my life, I honestly don't think I could have made it without you. And not just you: through my love of your works, I discovered many other wonderful people I love and cherish today -- I found my beloved Neil Gaiman, and rediscovered Monty Python, whom I knew as a child but never understood until I knew you. I wish I could have told you how much finding these people meant to me, how much a part of my personality they have become, and it's all thanks to you. I miss you. I never even knew you, but I miss you. I feel like a part of me is gone, because you are not there. Your words have inspired me, delighted me, comforted me, given me friends when I was all alone. And you will never know.
Happy Birthday my friend. You are gone, but never, ever, forgotten.
