Mustapha—the partner and eventual husband of Ingrid Selberg, my decades-long friend from working in London—had a colorful life and a way of telling stories. At some point, I'll add a reminiscence or two. But really, the best story is the one Mustapha wrote himself, the bio on his website.
Although dramatic, the worst story is that Mustapha had a heart attack and died shortly after takeoff from JFK en route to London. The plane was diverted to St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada.
Ingrid's group email from St. John's to American friends was a masterpiece of writing, too: succinct news, sweet remembrance, realization of future loss, acknowledgment that son Cayal's traveling from Brooklyn to St. John's to help her sort paperwork was a comfort, a request that we not call due to it all being overwhelming, and the note that she'd love to hear from us in writing.
Ingrid Selberg, Cayal Matura, Mustapha Matura in London in the very early 1980s.
(I should have posted something out of my comfort zone October 4, 2019; instead, this is posted on November 6)
Although dramatic, the worst story is that Mustapha had a heart attack and died shortly after takeoff from JFK en route to London. The plane was diverted to St. John's, Newfoundland, Canada.
Ingrid's group email from St. John's to American friends was a masterpiece of writing, too: succinct news, sweet remembrance, realization of future loss, acknowledgment that son Cayal's traveling from Brooklyn to St. John's to help her sort paperwork was a comfort, a request that we not call due to it all being overwhelming, and the note that she'd love to hear from us in writing.
Ingrid Selberg, Cayal Matura, Mustapha Matura in London in the very early 1980s.
(I should have posted something out of my comfort zone October 4, 2019; instead, this is posted on November 6)
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