a covid personal story
I know there are those who consider Covid 'Fake News.'
A personal journey of Covid loss by a customer of Hamilton Hall
Dear Hamilton Hall. I have wanted to write and share this with you for a while. I have seen people rioting around the world on the TV news, against various lockdowns where they consider their liberty to have been taken away by the state and in the US some are claiming their Constitutional Rights have been erroded and demand their rights to freedom.
I have seen as ' so called' men of the cloth have bussed people into mass gatherings in these gigantic cathedrals - again in the USA, claiming God and the church will protect them and within weeks, the priest himself is dead and scores of his parishoners are ill and dying from the very virus we all know is transmitable from person to person, so mass gatherings are therefore banned but the

priests demand their rights and open their church and - simply put, murder their followers.
I have seen, here in the UK, those who still think it fun to go out and party and act as if nothing was happening and those who spit or cough in others faces when they complain they are not wearing a mask in supermarkets, and I felt I wanted to share my experience with your readers John.
My partner died of Covid 19 back in the first wave of lockdowna back in June 2000. He went from a healthy 50 year old man with no underlying health problems at all. It started with a cough - a persistant cough, and then his sense of smell and taste went and we then knew there was something wrong.
One night he had an awful sweaty night and swam in bed as his temperature climbed higher and higher and he struggled to breath. At 5am I called an ambulance even though he was against it as he always hated hospitals and it took 4 hours for one to arrive and in the meantime, he went down hill fast.
One evening he was fine, just had a mild temperatire, and the next he was desperately ill waiting for an ambulance and struggling to breath. It was that quick.
He was ventimaled at the hospital and tragically, died 2 days later.
We'd been in lockdown. We'd been staying in. We'd been avoiding people and places and only shopped once a week all masked up yet somehow, I remained clear while he didn't.
It took many weeks to organise a funeral and no one was allowed to attend but just 5 of us in all, and we were not allowed into the crem and had to stand outside and watch through the newly erected glass screen.
The house was empty.
I was alone for the first time in years.
I couldn't even go out or meet friends or share a hug with family to ease my grief - I had to face it alone. Skype was useful but not the same as face to face and in these times of loss, many shy away afraid of what to say and how to behave around a bereaved person, and I found friends avoiding me.

So let me please offer some advise here. If someone dies and their partner is left - do not avoid them afraid of what to say, as then they have lost more than their partner, they have now lost their friends and you are causing and creating even more loss for that person, and in all honesty , do you really think that helps ? Do you really think that is the mature grown up way forward ?