<p>I hope that wherever he is, everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts. I cried. </p>
<p>Reading Kurt Vonnegut completely changed the way I think about the world. My favorite is probably Cat’s Cradle, but I loved Slaughterhouse-Five too. He certainly had a gift. From some of the news articles I’ve read on him since his death, he was ready. One interviewer spoke with him in 2005. He told the interviewer about himself to illustrate a point about how he felt then(in 2005). From the Washington Post Article (April 12, 2007) </p>
<p>{{When the war was over, Vonnegut had trouble getting out of the army. “They found out I could type and they sent me out to Fort Riley and I was typing other people’s discharges,” he said, laughing at the memory. “And my feeling was then: Please, can’t I go home? I’ve done everything I was supposed to do.”</p>
<p>He stopped laughing.</p>
<p>“So that’s how I feel now,” he said. “Please, I’ve done everything, you know? Raised kids and all that, worked, tried to do good work – can’t I go home now? And I think about where home is. It’s Indianapolis when I was 9 years old, and you can’t go back there. But I had a mother and a father, a big sister, a big brother, a dog, a cat – and yeah, that’s where I’d like to go.” }}</p>
<p>That’s the wonderful thing about books, though. His novels will remain, so whenever I want to make myself angry, cynical, elated, amused, and reminded of what life really is all at once, I can pick up a Vonnegut book. </p>
<p>Too bad we don’t see in 4 dimensions, I’d like to be able to see him in a better moment than this one.</p>