Living above the Arctic Circle in a place like Kotzebue is a blessing. You have an intricate pattern of family stitched into your DNA. Everyone is family in one way or another.
When someone passes away, the entire town helps. People are allowed to leave their jobs for a few days to help the immediate family of the passed. Even small details are taken care of.
Grave Diggers dig through permafrost by hand, Cross Makers meticulously sanding the homemade cross, Casket Makers working on beautiful carved caskets, and more. Like caribou soup coming to your door, like people working atikluks for the deceased to wear, like editing photos for the obituary.
And like making Donuts.
It's always hard to lose a loved one, but when you live in a small town, you have a lot of support and people to lean on.
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