Memorial Bench

I guess it’s a sign of getting older, when someone I’ve known all my life is reduced to a name on a memorial bench on the seafront at Hove.  The parents told me about it, and now I’ve seen it for myself.  But not sat there: it was occupied when I passed it.

Philip was one of my family’s oldest friends until his death a couple of years ago.  A colourful character, as might perhaps be expected of a jew who escaped Germany to England as a boy in the 1930s, losing all his family, but retaining a strong accent all his life.  His twin daughters are my age: I wouldn’t say we grew up together (it was more in parallel but in very different environments) but the family are probably my oldest acquaintances outside my own family.

Requiescat in Pace.


Posted on April 13, 2008, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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