And are wholly inadequate in expressing my sadness.
91 years is too few, far too few, to spend with you, Mr. Bradbury.
I wish I had something clever to say, some quip, some witticism that made me feel sated in your passing. I have nothing to offer.
You took me to Mars. You could have gone alone, but you let me come with you, and for that I am forever thankful. I wish you didn’t have to go on this journey alone.
You took me to Mars, and words fail me in how to thank you.