I left Simon at a motel in Norseman. He had to make a dreadful phone call to his parents, then arrange to have his brother’s body flown from Norseman to Adelaide and from Adelaide to Hobart. Christian would be buried on Bruney Island, among the community that had known him from birth. Simon would accompany his brother’s body home.
‘No, there’s nothing there for me,’ he replied when I asked if he’d stay on the island. ‘I’d like to continue the trip. Outback Roads have asked for more photos, but without Chris…I don’t know. I can’t think about anything just now.’
Outback RoadsI didn’t push Simon to talk. Grief, guilt, and disbelief were all he knew at present. Living with them in some kind of peace would take him a long time, but I couldn’t leave until I’d said what was on my mind.
‘Sime,
