There are moments, when you find out someone momentous has died, in which you find the world a little emptier than before. A person has died who filled up the world, poured so much of himself into it that he made it a larger and more interesting place. Someone whose words thundered and reverberated and will echo long after he has fallen silent.
And now he’s gone, and there are echoes, but while his words remain, there will never be silence.
Goodbye, Hitch. None of us will ever forget you.