My brilliant brother, Anthony Minghella, would have been 67 today. He had our father’s hands – big and chunky and reassuring. He became quite famous, and everybody wanted a piece of him. It was frustrating sometimes. But there was this thing he would do: as you walked together, he would put his hand out just a little behind him, for you to take. He would flex his fingers in a kind of upside-down wave. And when you took that hand, the world fell away. You were safe, you were together, you were unassailable. Oh for that touch, for that feeling again.