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reader ’ s digest 132 August/september 2026 From left, Giorgio, Elysha & Valentino As the first year progressed, our needs evolved from crisis intervention to sustainable structures. Immediate help with meals became less necessary as basic functions stabilised. We required ongoing emotional support that acknowledged grief ’s continuing presence. This evolution required explicit communication. I learnt that ‘let me know if you need anything’ rarely led to help unless I was specific. I began responding with: ‘Actually, it would be helpful if you could take the boys for a few hours on Saturday so I can catch up on work.’ This specificity transformed intentions into support. While some people disappeared when faced with sustained commitment, those who remained became increasingly valuable. teaching staff became significant village members, creating an environment that acknowledged the boys’ loss without defining them by it. They adjusted timelines when academic demands became overwhelming and intervened with gentle redirection when other children asked awkward questions. Crucially, they recognised significant dates and volunteered to provide lunches for the first semester. Their attendance at Elysha’s funeral meant a great deal. Vanessa, who had been with us since Valentino was a toddler and had long since become more friend than employee, also became essential. She had watched the boys grow. She had loved them for years before she was asked to love them through loss. She recognised that Giorgio and Valentino required distinct forms of support. Giorgio processed grief through intellectual engagement – reading about loss and asking about biological mechanisms. Valentino needed sensory connection and physical comfort. Vanessa’s intuition complemented my own instincts, which often defaulted to the verbal explanations Giorgio preferred. In crisis, my capacity to maintain these differentiated approaches had narrowed. readersdigest.com.au 133 reader ’ s digest Paul and Elysha’s Engagement - Walsh Bay - August 2015. My mother was another cornerstone, providing stability during school holidays and maintaining household systems when my capacity diminished. ‘You don’t have to do everything perfectly,’ she reminded me. ‘The boys need consistency and love more than ideal execution. Some days, good enough really is good enough.’ My father had been gone two and a half years by the time Elysha died. I sometimes wondered what he would have said to me now, though I think I already knew: he would have arrived without calling, handed me a ciabatta roll with mortadella, watched me eat it, and left. His absence overlaid Elysha’s – a quieter shape in the silence. Other family members were less consistent, making grand promises to the boys that went unfulfilled. I had to establish boundaries, requiring advance notice for visits and setting time limits that matched the boys’ emotional capacity. Even one of Elysha’s closest friends initially struggled. ‘I can’t come into your place yet,’ she admitted. ‘Everything reminds me of her.’ This honesty allowed for a necessary recalibration. Three months later, we met at a café – a neutral location where the boys had hot chocolate and the adults could talk, acknowledging the grief without being dominated by it. Beyond family and friends, the village extended to professionals whose expertise provided essential support. A grief counsellor offered developmental perspectives I could not have accessed alone, while legal and financial professionals managed practical matters with a sensitivity that eased the