You have articulated so clearly and beautifully the feeling that so many in my family now have, of being stalked relentlessly through life by Death. Every time the name of someone I don’t regularly speak on the phone with shows up in my phone I feel my heart catching in my throat, wondering whose funeral I’m going to hear about in the next moment. In November I was the unexpected early morning phone call to several relatives back home, when my own father passed, and in December it was my mother calling about my Grandad, Dad’s father, exactly four weeks after we had laid those first flowers on Dad’s grave. I hope to not have to make, or receive, those calls again for a very long time. Thank you for telling so unflinchingly the story of those of us who continue to live in that place.