Covid-19 is doubly vicious. Not only does it get rid of your liked one particular, your good friend, but it also kicks you in the belly although you are on the floor by robbing you of the option to find solace and toughness in togetherness.
When John Johnson-Cook died in a medical center mattress in Norwich two months in the past, 84 miles from his dwelling in Bishop’s Stortford, having been taken by ambulance into Harlow’s Princess Alexandra Clinic a fortnight earlier, he was all by itself.
Back again dwelling in Thorley Park, so too was his wife Pam, the lady he’d liked for extra than 50 percent a century. The smallest of consolations was that she was authorized to say goodbye to him at the medical center.