A great literary light has been extinguished. Robert Jordan has died of complications from primary amyloidosis with cardiomyopathy. He has done battle with this disease for years, and during that time his legions of fans have collectively held their breath, hoping against hope that he would be able to finish his epic "Wheel of Time" series, but it simply is not to be. Most of the books in the series made it to the New York Times best seller list, and I can tell you from personal experience that they were all fabulous books. Some of them drove me crazy in that they did not move along to the next point in the story as fast as I wanted, but that was my problem. His books were read by my husband(s) and all four of my older children. Most of us have read them at least twice, and Shevaun and I started reading them again earlier this summer. I found a photo when we were moving of Joseph hugging Shevy at her 5th birthday party, and he is reading this huge book, barely paying attention to her, not missing a word of action, and the book is one of the Wheel of Time books. We used to pass the books around until they literally fell apart and had to be replaced, but I opened one last month in my quest to re-read them all and I saw my name and Joseph's name in it, so I know it was one of the old ones. I really cannot think of any other author that has had as much of an impact on our lives as a family as Robert Jordan has, and I know that we are all of us today missing him.