Covid-19 is doubly vicious. Not only does it eliminate your beloved just one, your friend, but it also kicks you in the abdomen even though you are on the ground by robbing you of the chance to obtain solace and strength in togetherness.
When John Johnson-Prepare dinner died in a medical center bed in Norwich two weeks in the past, eighty four miles from his dwelling in Bishop’s Stortford, getting been taken by ambulance into Harlow’s Princess Alexandra Clinic a fortnight before, he was all by itself.
Again dwelling in Thorley Park, so much too was his spouse Pam, the female he’d beloved for more than half a century. The smallest of consolations was that she was allowed to say goodbye to him at the medical center.