Returning of my sons property 

I remember having very limited sleep the night Isiah’s tragedy happened. I cried myself to sleep and few hours later I was awake.. 

waking up that day sucked, everything that happened wasn’t a nightmare. It was real. I woke up missing Isiah and feeling like I’m missing something.. 

my phone rings it’s more condolences from family and friends.. 

I walk out to the lounge room and lay by the window just looking out it, hoping to see isiah walk in the yard and the house and say something he’d normally say..  I remember I bought him a personalised shirt so I grab it from the washing pile and just cuddle with it.. I even start to carry it in my oodie pocket.. 

its now 9am and people are starting to show up to pay respects.. I’m also receiving msgs from family saying the news crews are messaging them for information so I tell my family not to give any stories to them. We want time to process the situation and grieve without being bombarded by news crews.. 

some family are turning up with soups and casseroles.. which is really helpful cos the last thing on my mind is food and eating but atleast all visitors have the option for something to warm their bellies.. 

one of the phone calls I receive that morning was from a local number I answer cos it could be important I answer and it’s the florist asking if I’ll be home at blah blah time cos they have a delivery for me.. the arrangement gets delivered and it’s from my work mates.. 

it’s 3pm.. 2 officers from the major crash section have come to my house for a statement from me and to return my sons property.. the officers hand me my sons phone, AirPods (which was in ears at the time of his departure), his wallet and his lighter.. I didn’t keep his AirPods because that didn’t feel right to keep something that has bodily fluids on it.. 

major crash had came from doing their investigations at the site.. so they figure that Isiah was walking home and was struck by a vehicle and the vehicle kept driving..

Major crash tell me it was a boosted 4wd or a truck that hit isiah..   I ask how my son looks considering the circumstances.. “he looks healthy apart from a mark on his forehead, gravel rash by his nose and an L shaped mark on his hind leg.”

I have to open Isiah’s phone because the police need to take photos of his last contacts to people to show a timeframe of his death.. 

I get a thought of hacking his Facebook just to mess with people’s heads but discovered Isiah’s Facebook account had become memorialised.. not sure how it was done because he had phone with him and it was flat when the police handed it to me so i had to charge it.. 

major crash get a phone call that a truck had come through town that was in town last night so one of the officers leave to go check the truck to ensure it wasn’t involved in Isiah’s death.. 

the police officer returns back to my house unfortunately that truck wasn’t the truck involved in the accident.. 

the police ask if I’d considered what I’m going to do about Isiah’s final arrangements.. my reply is “I don’t want to bury him to be worm food, I don’t want to cremate him cos that doesn’t feel right, would it be possible to put him in a mulcher and spread him in my yard” the police were shocked by what I’d said and to be honest I use humour to hide my feelings especially when I’m feeling uncomfortable..