"Ultimately, yes," Daizi answered, having faith in that, "but it might be difficult for him, for awhile. He lost his home and his parents all at once, and then he had his time living like you both had to, but during a war, so we're approaching the twenty fifth anniversary of that, and the anniversary of him leaving Iraq and coming to the United States. You know how frustrated he'll be if we make a fuss, but I didn't want you both to be unaware." She tucked her hair back, "I can only really guess at how it'll feel. He may take it better than I expect but, you're right, Alec. It is hard. I don't know, given his parents, if he would visit their grave, if he could, but I'm not sure if he knows for certain what happened to them."
She knew he had visited the morgue and had both seen and smelled what nobody should have to, but she didn't know if he knew where his parents were buried or if they had been buried at all. It was almost consoling, in a grim way, that there was no love lost. It'd be crushing, she guessed, if he had truly loved and been loved by them.