It is exactly six months and one week since my mother died on a rainy November evening in England. I doused my children in sanitiser as we made our way through darkened, hushed airports, bus terminals and train stations in three countries. For every story like mine, there are thousands that end with a computer says no thud. There’s a friend whose father passed away from Covid and couldn’t get to him in time. My attention has turned to my father and my in-laws, whose family is us, here, too far away.

Source: The Guardian May 27, 2021 02:58 UTC