I followed all restrictions and guidelines.
My friend's dad died of Covid. It was all quite sudden. The family is devastated and in shock. A couple of weeks ago, their dad was fine and today they buried him.
This was my first funeral since the pandemic and it was so strange. Everyone was socially distancing and most were double masked. People were respectful and careful.
And it struck me, not only did this disease rob my friend of her father, it has robbed her of the traditions that bring comfort and help healing. No hugs. No gathering and sharing stories. No being looked after.
This is such a cruel fucking illness.


I hope that today was my last Covid funeral.