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“Uncle Patrick’s funeral will be on Tuesday,” Natalie revealed over dinner.


Dad bobbed his head, before slicing his piece of baked fish into strips each about a centimetre wide.


“I’ll try and see if we can make it,” Mum responded. “I reckon I would be able to have the morning off.”


“Thank you,” Greg replied. “The service is out at Rouse Hill. They’re holding the wake at those tearooms across the road from the hardware store.”


“Yeah, I know the one,” Dad confirmed. “Whereabouts did Joan and Patrick live?”


“Darlinghurst,” Natalie answered. “That’s where they raised their children too.”


She took a sip of water.


“Belinda will be bringing Aunty Joan out.”


“That’s good of her,” Mum responded.


“She’ll want to be with her mother.”


I ran through my schedule in my mind. Of course, I don’t love funerals, but I wanted to support them. I would be able to attend on Tuesday after all, without uni or work on.


 

The younger sister of missing Sydney man Mitchell del Reyan, Nina del Reyan lives on Dharug land in western Sydney. She has recently commenced a teaching degree at Macquarie University. Nina loves her family and friends and is deeply committed to finding answers and justice for the families of missing people.


Abbey Sim is the founder of Huldah Media. She is a creative writing, law and theology student who lives on the lands of the Dharug people in Sydney, Australia. Abbey desires to explore themes of hope, love and longing through her storytelling. She is the author of 'Shadow' and 'From the Wild'.



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