Publisher's Synopsis
We lost our father, Frank Sugg, to a heart attack in early 1989. He left us a talent for living, and the poems published here. Although I have written a good deal, our father was always the real poet in our family. It has been good to hear his unmistakable voice in these pieces. His work was broadcast by the BBC, and in time I hope to issue these poems with the full story of his courageous life, as told in his own words.My brother and I lost our mother to the covid virus on 10 January 2021. As so many people in the world will now know, we have had to adapt rapidly not just to sudden premature deaths, but to new conditions at End of Life and in funerals. Partly for that reason, Chris and I are printing our memories of our mother here, as a preface to the poems. I would add that many great writers down the ages have taken the hardest parts of life and transformed them into something beautiful. In his own way, our father did this. And we hope to do something similar, in leaving this memorial to our mother, which will bring pleasure to people, now that she is gone. It has been good to speak for our mother. I think the poems will speak for themselves.
