I thought that reading his works again after so many years wouldn’t be so exciting as it was in my teenage years; I was wrong. The best way I can describe how I feel towards him is this. One Summer my uncle paid us a visit. We have never had much in common, but as soon as he arrived he told me with a heavy heart: “Have you heard? Asimov died.” I answered I had and then we both stayed in deep silence mourning the losing of a dear friend.