For my dad.

For carrying a massive typewriter halfway

through Leeds and all the way to Barnsley on

the bus just because they were giving it away.

He wanted his teenage daughter, who loved

writing, to have it so she could start on her new

bestseller. One of my most precious memories.

Rest in peace, you darling, beloved, wonderful

man. It’s an honour to be your daughter.

Terence Hubbard 10.10.1933 – 6.12.2019