Within 30 minutes, it seemed,
the community knew and supported the family in whatever way they saw fit - money
donations, making chai, or just going round and being with the family to grieve
as soon as they heard.
Apparently he was a lovely
man, the father in law to one of our mission staff.
He was riding on his
motorbike and hit by another car, he died instantly.
Since then all we have heard
is the family mourning. All through the night we have heard, crying, wailing,
screaming and shouting. It
literally brings the reality of the situation home to us. There’s none of that
British "putting on a brave face" stuff.
Death seems all too common here; In fact it is such a reality people
live with that they don’t seem to fear it like we do. Nor are they shocked by
it.
Although it's uncomfortable
for us to hear the cries, I think it is right that people scream at the top of
their voices for as long as they need to, having complete freedom to express their
grief. I know if we acted like this in our culture people would say we have lost
it. But really, what is worse than the death of a loved one, and, in a time of
mourning what is a more appropriate thing to do than wail and cry and
scream?
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