Meanjin

The way we find out about Graham reflects the changing decades—there’s a Facebook post by his partner. My wife calls me into our bedroom. The post is ambiguous, but it has us worried. Later in the evening our worst fears are confirmed. A heart attack, just like Dombrovskis—but not in the bush. It’s Good Friday, which is a conspicuous date for memorialising. I don’t know whether this is good or bad.