I attended the funeral of a childhood friend and neighbour yesterday. He had been ill for almost three weeks and just never showed any signs of recovery. Most of the village turned out along the route and it was a devastating experience, probably the first time the horrors of the virus has hit home for me.
He was in his late forties and single.The extended family followed the hearse and then 10 were allowed to the graveside. The most distressing aspect was that the poor family were trying to acknowledge and greet the roadside mourners as they drove past them.We live in a very traditional community where funerals are so important and I've been struggling with tears ever since. Please be careful and look after yourselves until we have better times.