Life is complicated, but so it seems, is death.
Happening so far away from everyone and everything, layers of surrealism and confusion build on years of grief already endured.
How long does it take for the deceased to be repatriated?
A question so bizarre I wonder if I am dreaming.
I worry about the people for whom this impacts the most. At night I lay my hand on my love’s chest and check his breathing, seeking reassurance that he is with me.
And he is.
Our children sit with us. Smiley and snuggly in pyjamas, I know the words I am about to say will hurt.
“Does this mean dad has no parents now?”
The orphan replies,
We lean our heads together as we have done so many times before, and try to ignore the storm swirling around us.