The church filled to standing room. Julian had arranged with the parish priest for Joe and Eddie, flying down late the night before, to concelebrate at the Requiem. Now he, part of the large congregation, watched as Joe and Eddie processed with parish priest and curate. Even from a distance he was aware of Joe’s stiffness. Yes, Julian thought, he will get through; his mask is firm.
There was no doubt, from tributes from teachers, pupils and a State education representative, that Naomi had been not only a popular and caring teacher and principal, but also a deep-thinking teacher with far reaching goals for the future benefits of pupils. Throughout, the Requiem was rich in liturgy and music.
Naomi was laid to rest in a quiet corner of the suburban cemetery. A gentle breeze had blown up, easing the tall gum trees to sway gently. But Joe did not notice. Mechanically he answered the short prayers at the graveside. As those present began to throw rose petals down on the casket, Eddie took his arm and, joined by Julian, they walked to the car Julian had rented.
“Thanks, guys,” Joe whispered. The mask cracked as tears began to flow slowly, silently.
Neither friend spoke. They knew Joe was beginning the journey of working through the stages of grief. And they would help him through.
Long into the night they talked, always aware of Joe’s needs. Eddie spoke mainly of his new position in Bourke, Julian of studies and professional possibilities for the future. He was tempted to bring up the subject of the new interest in his life, but decided against it. Both Julian and Eddie listened with great interest to some of Joe’s experiences in Vietnam.
“And you really want to return straight away?” Julian asked.
“Yeah! I’ll be right.”
“What about your family?” Eddie asked.
“I decided not to tell them I was over. They know nothing of Naomi. Better that way – even though they’d try to understand. I’ll be back within the year and spend some time with them then.”
They flew to Sydney early the next morning. Once again Julian was able to help his two friends on their different flights.
As Eddie’s flight was called, Joe’s hand touched the arms of two friends. “Not the place for our ‘bear hug’!” he smiled. “I have no words to fully express my gratitude for all your help. I don’t think I could have held the mask in place without you. Thanks!” His eyes filled with tears.
“Where mates are needed, you know,” smiled Eddie as he ran on the last call for his flight. An hour later, Julian farewelled Joe, as he caught a plane to connect with his army transport.