Miranda May tried – and failed – to contact her late parents through a corrupt medium
I never really thought about death before my parents died. Even less did I question what, if anything, happens after death. Growing up with parents who met life with such intense passion and vitality, I found it hard to contemplate any other world beyond this colourful earthly one. My father, Derwent May (1930-2020), was a literary editor, critic and Times columnist and he never stopped writing. He continued his popular Times column Nature Notes up until a few weeks before he died. My beautiful mother, Yolanta May (1940-2021), worked in publishing and was a translator. What struck people most was her unmistakable elegance and magnetic spirit. Together they loved to entertain, and the house vibrated with dinner parties, books and endless talk. I knew in some abstract part of my mind that one day my parents would die, but a world without them in it seemed incomprehensible and absurd. So...
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