It’s that call every expat dreads: the call to say a parent has died. After the call, there was much to organise, arrangements to cancel and flights to be hastily booked…Then there was the huge factor of guilt, which is felt by many expats, whether or not a relative has died….. Guilt at not being there when my mother needed help with things like being taken to the doctor. Guilt that my older sisters, no longer in robust health themselves, had to do what I could not do because I wasn’t there.
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