As Pacific nations face the prospect of losing entire islands, the thought of leaving behind the bones of our ancestors is unbearable
- Before it is lost is series of essays from the Pacific islands
The first cyclone I lived through ripped open the graves on our island, pulled coffins from graves and unearthed the bones of my ancestors.
My sisters and I found a skull – a woman, we assumed based on the length of white wispy hair still attached. We thought at first it was a coral rock, but we realised quickly that she was once one of us.
