Anthony is a second cousin, I think. My first meeteing with him was at my grandmother's place, in London. I was about 13, and he was in his thirties. he told me he would be visiting my school some weeks later, for a conference on catholic education, and would call for me. One day, the call came, but I was at a loss to know who was summoning me, all I was told was his name, (that I had quite forgottten about) and that "we had met at aunt Benjie's". I could not for the life of me recall who it could be, I was unaware at that time that aunt Benjie was actually my grandmother... However after that, we consolidated our acquaintance and mostly a great friendship. He was a wonderful person, and I treasure all the memories I have of times spent with him, and his profound knowledge and belief in God, which is probably the main reason why I felt such a special connection. I am sure he is resting in peace, in the company of his beloved wife. My love to the boys.
Letitia Grant Searle
5th January 2024