Sam Vimes, my beloved.
Sam Vimes, who was an alcoholic but found a reason and a purpose.
Sam Vimes, who was drawn from the bottle to a crime.
Sam Vimes, who stood up and became a leader.
Sam Vimes, who failed and would have given himself to the Gonne, but was saved by a myth disguised as a man.
Sam Vimes, who realised he was wrong and risked it all to uphold the humanity of what everyone else saw as a piece of clay.
Sam Vimes, who chose to chase a criminal and in doing so stopped a war.
Sam Vimes, who died in that other reality.
Sam Vimes, who killed a werewolf with his bare hands to protect the woman he loved and the officers he was upholding,
Sam Vimes, who wanted to beat a torturer to death but saw himself staring across the room and across the years and had mercy.
Sam Vimes, who saw a murdered (goblin) girl and said "NO"
Sam Vimes, who knew "perks" were part of life, and comforted the girl who had killed her family unintentionally with them.
Sam Vimes, who saved the blacksmith who wanted to defeat him.
Sam Vimes, who showed me that even though I saw myself as a failure, as fallen - I could still change and make change.
To Sam, and to Terry - thank you.
