Henry Franks(60)

Finally, I write because of my grandfather, Andre Scara Bialolenki. I am following his legacy with every word. He brought harmony to the world and I am forever grateful for everything he shared with me. I wrote a poem for him the day he died and read it in the rain at his funeral. One line is worth sharing as I acknowledge his contribution to my life and this book: “He was composer and conductor/finding symphonies and poetry/where others heard only silence.” He taught me how to listen. I spoke of him when I first announced that this book would be published and always promised myself that my first novel would be dedicated to him.

Grandad, thank you, I love you, I miss you. This book is for you.