After checking my emails this morning I have spent hours trying to contact my mother. Blurry satellites, handset cradles with a mind of their own and slippery hands have prevented me doing more than leaving messages.
Giovanna rang mid-morning (late night her time) and we talked. At the corner of my sight I saw CK say something to both children and then they walked off. d/Boy want back to his new Dr. Who magazine, Pr C-W stood looking out the front window for several minutes. He didn't get up and go comfort her. With a 'what the hell were you thinking???' glare at him I motioned her over to sit on my lap.
And this is how my children found out Grandad had died.
His rationale apparently was he didn't want them gleaning half facts from my phonecall. And he thought they knew. And there was a full moon. And his suit didn't come back from the cleaners. There was an earthquake! It wasn't his fault!!!!!!!!!
So until I get home in late April there remains little I can do but feel incredibly ineffectual.