Harry Harrison Tribute by Moira Harrison
My father was an amazingly talented man. Even when my brother Todd and I were young he used to make up “Grand Uncle Buggy Car” stories to tell us at night. He made them up on the spot and they were always very funny. Together with my mother, Joan, he took us around the world, covering 27 countries by the time I was 13. He called himself a citizen of the world and so we became these true citizens, calling any country we lived in, home.
He was a prolific, hard working author, every day of his life he went into his office and worked. Even in his eighties he felt guilty if he took a day off. Over the last two years he suffered from deteriorating health but he never gave up fighting to live and write. The day before he died, he called the doctor a pessimist for telling him he was dying. He finished his memoirs only days before he died.
A few years ago, my husband Mark and I had the privilege to accompany him on a trip to Moscow. I witnessed firsthand the magnitude of esteem he was held in there. He dearly loved his Russian and Ukrainian fans, their love and respect touched him deeply and I would especially like to thank those fans for their enduring support and their kind words that are flooding in daily.
His struggle is now over, his physical pain ended but his memory and legacy of his work will live on and continue to inspire, entertain and comfort thousands around the world. We will miss him, he was a technicolor man and the world and our lives today are more monochrome due to his passing.