Management of Grief Response

The old couple (they do not have names)

We cannot get out of this tiny apartment. Here is the only connection of life we have with our sons. We are running out of tea to give to the lady that hands us papers. I do not want to sign. I do not know these people or what they will do to me. They promise us a pension and money, but I don’t understand what this has to do with our sons who have died in a plane bombing. I feel if we leave this apartment and go back to Punjab they will take advantage of our son’s deaths. They wave papers at us like this is some sort of custom when people die. She keeps rambling on about legal jurisdiction, but I don’t understand the concept of it. I want to go back to India and live in peace there. My son’s death is very horrific and complicated and I want to know what I have to do properly for a spiritual burial. The other lady that comes to visit us is very nice and she speaks Hindu. Though I fear I am selling my sons for two airline tickets to a place I’ve never seen. This place called Ireland where there plane exploded nearby. The only thing that is clear to me is I don’t what obligation the country of Canada will have to me after I sign these papers. Will they ship me off to some other foreign place like Ireland? I want to go home to Punjab and bury my sons in a place they deserve to be buried.