We file into the tiny chapel to one side of St John's Anglican Church. The pews are overflowing with mourners, friends of this man who led a long and accomplished life. Some, unable to find a seat, are forced to stand at the rear. I examine the deceased's smiling photo on the Order of Service. The sea is in the background and he appears contented, at one with nature.
Our driver–an Indian who migrated from Canada to find better opportunities in this country–waits in his limousine.
a fertility charm swings
from the limo mirror