As Nicole Melanson watched the postman walk away, she wondered if he had missed the sticker declaring her package ‘cremated remains’
My father’s first and only visit to Australia was via airmail. Covid-19 had ripped through his US nursing home like wildfire, annihilating everyone in its path.
I couldn’t fly home for my father’s death, so his ashes had to fly to me. I knew they were on their way; I just didn’t know when to expect them. Thanks to online shopping, I was well accustomed to the unpredictability of delivery during a pandemic.
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