On the evening of the 8th of October, the anniversary of my father’s death, my mother died at the age of 95. At the time, i uploaded this photograph, but couldn’t bring myself to post it. I do so now as a memorial to an amazing woman whom I loved more than I can say.
So sorry, Max.
Thinking of you. Always sad to lose a parent.
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European writer, radical, restaurateur and Red Sox fan. 70-something husband, father, step-father, grandfather and son. Resident in Warwick, England.