A. N. Wilson commemorates the life of the great journalist Hugh Massingberd
The following is the address given at his funeral at Kensal Green Crematorium on 2 January
We were all so lucky to bask in Hugh’s generous friendship. He included in this friendship his family, his children, Harriet and Luke, Gareth, the father of Hugh’s grandson Jack, whose arrival on this planet caused him such immense joy, Christine and of course Ripples, his wife, friend for life and ministering angel, as well as dozens of happy men and women, boys and girls, all of them cheered up by his mere appearance, or by one of his frequent, semi-legible post-cards written in thick felt-tip pen. In his own phrase — ‘Nothing better!’
There was nothing better than his friendship. Knowing him, we were in the Garden of Eden before the gate had shut.
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