Covid Loss

So 2020 was when my life changed forever.

My Dad passed away on the 10th November followed by my Mom on the 18th November 8 days apart 💔 both from covid my heart was broken into a thousand pieces and my life will never be the same again

God bless my Mom & Dad I will love you forever

My Brian had a fall resulting in being taken to hospital with a broken hip and arm. He had been fit and healthy.

I kept getting mixed messages about his progress. I was refused to speak to him, as it would have been their phone. I pleaded with them and offered to buy one. He had delirium due to anaesthetic and my voice would have helped. He died alone. He acquired Covid in hospital on 6th April 2020.

My heart is broken.

I can't reach the bus-stop. My daily walk is 150m. In one way I lost 'The World', though I can still find my way in through the imagination.

My mam got Covid last year. Mam only lasted the night. Mam was 90 and she was amazing.

Nine days after my brother sadly passed away with Covid. That was heartbreaking. My Mam was named Doris, my brother Arthur, it was very hard as when my brother was told he was dying he said my mam and him could have a double funeral. I would look after them again. I miss them so much xxxx

My wonderful husband of 41 years was snatched away from me at age 66 -much too early. He had just started thinking about retirement from his work as a life celebrant and we were looking forward to spending perhaps 20-25 more years together. Quality time, now our family have all grown and flown. We are devastated beyond words and still can't fully accept that he has gone... I'm broken in pieces. So much pain and heartache.

He couldn't cope with the suffocation that came with using CPAP and then he died while in a medically induced coma after 4 weeks on a ventilator. We did not get to say good bye. I did not get to hold his hand and offer comfort while he struggled. He needed me with him for comfort. They denied us that. Horrendous... My daughter made this video with her family.

They were my pops (Dad) final words he spoke to my mum and I…………Let Me Go, God Bless! He could no longer cope with the masks and the feeling of suffocating. One day he was eating fruit which we chopped up for him to have when we visited. The next day we were saying our goodbyes.

He fought and he battled until he could bear no more. He was just about to start retirement with my mum and in the blink of an eye he was being taken away from us, never expected and so sudden. It’s unimaginable and doesn’t feel real. We miss you so much, our forever rock and our forever hero for trying to keep with us xx💙xx

I cannot express in words the overwhelming pain I and my 2 daughters feel at the loss of an amazing husband & father. Justin was a larger than life character with a zest for life full of fun and laughter, life will never be the same without him. We are truly heart broken.

He died on the 11th April 2020 after a 2-week battle with Covid. He was a healthy 47 year old with no preexisting health problems getting our heads around that has been extremely challenging. We were unable to be with him in the hospital due to restrictions, and continually play in our minds what we would have said if we had known he was not coming home to us. Grief has no time frame and washes over you in waves, we continue to take things a day at a time.

I lost my mum & uncle in 2018. The pandemic hit, as we all know, in 2019. I moved from the city I’d lived in for many years in 2021. I was trying to be hopeful and believe that the pandemic would end. My new home is not what I expected, there are lots of problems here. I have felt suicidal. I miss my lost family and I miss my everyday routines pre pandemic. Condolences to all who have lost loved ones in the pandemic.

A poem written in memory of my grandad who died from Covid after being hospitalised with pneumonia. Recorded by Muddy Feet Poetry.

flat cap
cravat
chain around his neck

comb stroke
pipe smoke
strolling through the rec

he jokes about having the cow round, with extra pints of milk for me.
When the silence asks to be filled, he comes out with a story.

Anecdotes from the workshop, tales with punchlines and word play,
he teaches Yorkshire dialect and I don’t know what to say

about the suddenness of this absence of loud hand claps and finger whistles,
of picking blackberries and greater burdock thrown at each other with its sticky bristles.

He shows me the mouthpieces to his trumpet, his studio: a small cupboard where the fold-out mattress lives.
We try to hold onto these memories, as time passes through sieves.

Though he still feels like a boy, I become a woman, and we share books, go to poetry nights –
though what he sees is a world apart from his band and church life

but his eyes are open wide as his ears,
as his handkerchief soaks up my tears.

We all walk the same way, will be there
in Cawthorn, Yorkshire Sculpture Park, beside us, where

strolling through the rec
pipe smoke
comb stroke

chain around his neck
cravat
flat cap

My brother Bill, 1.11.63 - 27.9.21

After an all night vigil, My youngest brother Jim and I made a last visit to Bill's bedside at 8.20 am the next morning. Bill Died in my arms rapidly in ITU just as his wife, his children and family members left the hospital. The shock of how sudden the monitors alarmed and then watching him die on the monitor will stay with me forever. The attending nurse was so cold the way she announced "he's dying right now" and then "he's gone".

The day after the funeral our household went down with Covid and my husband was hospitalised for a week. I was sick and petrified that my husband never come home, like my brother.

Words cannot express the depth of sadness and grief I feel for losing my inspirational, loving and gentle dad to this horrible virus in July 2021. I am blessed and grateful that I knew what it felt like to be loved unconditionally by my dad. He may have passed but he lives on in me and my children. He will never be forgotten for his kindness shone through until the very last moments and his last breath, concerned for what I would experience in the moments after he passed. Dad was truly one in a billion, putting his family first even at this time of great need. Was my honour to be able to hold his hand and to be with him in that moment. Love you dad and “You’ll Never Walk Alone.” God bless you ❤️

I got Long Covid in April 2020 and haven't been the same since. My husband has been my rock and my kids have been great, but I grieve for the person I was. I wasn't able to return to my job, and I'm not the life of the party I used to be. My friend tells me that better things are around the corner, and I hope that's true