How my late dad’s impounded blue Skoda became a proxy for my grief | Alex Clark

If only the recently bereaved could be granted an amnesty from troublesome paperwork

My dead dad’s car has been impounded, and it is all my fault. I screwed up the admin, and now his much-loved 16-year-old Skoda Fabia faces obliteration. Given that I am the only child of two only children, both deceased, and that one of my 3am woodpecker threnodies of grief has been that my family has been wiped from the face of the Earth, I suppose that’s fitting enough.

Mourning, as you see, can be melodramatic. Because, in fact, I am nested in another family, huge and hugely loving, have stalwart friends falling over themselves to help, and plenty of material and practical resources to face the obstacles before me. Checking my privilege would require a long and detailed stock-take.

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