This day, 38 years ago the world lost the biggest fantasy author that has ever walked upon this Earth, not only this, we lost a man who was more than a writer, we lost an inspirational person, a devoted Christian, a distinguished philologist, a dedicated professor, a father, a noble spirit.
How could I express my eternal gratitude to the man whom saved me so many times before? Whom made me believe that there’s light and hope everywhere and that we must seek for them, no matter what? The only way is to pass ahead what has been offered to me so gently. Tolkien kindly shared with the humanity the fantastic and magestic world he brought to life, he shared his dream of making not only children, but also adults understand that we all need fairy-tales, we all need an escapism, and for me, he did achieve it, Arda is where I feel home.
There are no words to describe my love for this man and his wonderful works. And I only hope that wherever he may be now, that he feels all the admiration, love and gratitude that we, his fans, feel for him.
May he live forever in every book, page, line that brings not only Arda, but all the fantastic stories created by his mind to life.
Long live the Professor!
- The eternal fan, me.