He was mid-sentence in the first paragraph, when he had a massive heart attack. My mother came in to find him still in his chair, with his head slumped to one side. He had just ended. The last words he typed were “and in God’s good time … “. My mother said that in all his years of writing, she’d never known him make reference to God in his articles. The Almighty had waited 55 years for a mention, and having finally got one, finished things sharpish.
Emma Freud writes movingly and humorously of her father Clement’s passing last year.