I'm really surprised by how much I cried over this news.
I suppose, on an individual level, his death is not a tragedy in any way. It's a peaceful (hopefully) death, surrounded by family after a life much longer than most get and a final year more amazing than almost anyone that age could have.
But, on a societal level, it feels like a tragedy. Someone who stood as a symbol of hope for the NHS and the end of Covid has gone and has died of (with, whatever) Covid. It brings the mood low and makes us feel we've lost a piece of hope. Or something. That sounds pathetic. I'm just trying to find a way of explaining why the death of someone old who we have never met hits so hard.
Admittedly, I'm extremely depressed and hormonal today anyway. Might not have cried another day, I don't know.