My father died while on a cycling holiday in France. My mum was repatriated within days by her insurance company, the holiday rep sorted all that out and I met her at the airport when the crew escorted her out to arrivals. Everyone was very caring but then things went a bit pear shaped. We contacted a funeral director used recently when Grandma died and they leased with the insurance company and with the holiday company to get dad’s body repatriated. It took almost three weeks for that to happen as no one was sure where his body was, it was in a very rural area and he had been taken away by helicopter.
So we were all in limbo just waiting, could not book a funeral or anything. Luckily my parents had some very good friends who took on the job of alerting friends with the news, we only had to tell our family. Eventually we got word that his coffin was arriving and someone was needed to identify the body on arrival at the airport. None of us were able to do that so a friend went instead. However, the coffin was sealed because dad’s body had not been kept in cold storage so identification was not possible!
I arranged for an old school friend to translate the French death certificate but even that was a joke as the cause of death was “ Mort” which even I knew was simply Dead! So a black family joke since then was that we had no idea who we cremated nor what dads cause of death was!
It was way back when mobile phones were not common and we were due to leave on the following day it happened for our summer holiday, three weeks touring France in our caravan with no itinerary or plans, no one would have been able to contact us. Since then I always leave important contact number and flight details with my family when I go away.
To cap it all, my mum had no French money as they did not have a credit card, just travellers cheques which my dad had signed. So the nearest British Embassy had to give her some cash to last until she got the flight home. Again, something which is very unlikely to happen nowadays. And we never did get his very expensive hand made bike back!
I totally emphasise with anyone who goes through this, I was traumatised for weeks, dreaming about dad still being alive and cycling around France having lost his memory! But time does pass and your grief, and possibly anger, will pass as well.