The Specter Of Death Is Always Upon Us

Learning to deal with life’s great inevitability.

Picture of my late father holding the author as a young child in August 79, with my older brother and mum, at Manor House, in North London.

“Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong: and a boy deprived of a father’s care often develops, if he escape the perils of youth, an independence and a vigour of thought which may restore in after life the heavy loss of early days.”

Winston Churchill, 1874–1965