[lb1lf]

January 2009.

I'd been (reluctantly) going to Mozambique for a service job on a vessel, reluctantly as my grandmother was rather worse for wear and I feared she was nearing the end. She urged me to go, though, and to tell her all about it when I got back.

She died while I was in Maputo harbour, waiting for the vessel to dock so I could get to the airport and back home.

Can't remember much of the flight from Maputo to Jo'burg, but from South Africa to Frankfurt was terrific, considering the circumstances.

A stewardess quietly pulls me aside as I am about to board the flight to Europe and asks me something like 'Gee, you look terrible, what happened?'

I just shrug and tell her my grandmother died a few hours ago, we were really close, and I felt terrible for not being with her &c.

Next thing I know, she's hugged me for a long time - to the annoyance of people queuing behind me - before dumping me in a vacant seat in business, tells me she'll be back the moment we're airborne.

Sits down in the adjacent seat, starts asking me about good memories about my grandmother, talks to me throughout more or less the entire flight, ensuring me that her job is to make me as comfortable as she can given the circumstances.

Once we landed in Frankfurt, she asked if I was OK going on alone - she'd be happy to accompany me all the way back home if I needed her, Lufthansa would make that work, no worries.

We still exchange Christmas letters every year; I mailed this year's on Friday.

[cal_dent]

God, the world is a beautiful place more often than not. Easy to forget sometimes but stuff like this is a balm