An old mate of mine in his mid 50s keeled over 10 days ago.
He left behind a wife and two sons.
One in college, one early teens.
The funeral was today in Whitehall. I know the place would have been packed. Instead because of restrictions about 20 were allowed in the gigantic church.
The eulogy was very befitting the guy, yet we were reduced to watching it live streamed onto our T.V.
I felt sorry for his family and by extension, all the other families going through the bereavement process at this time.
Strangely, we met in our local park recently having been out of touch for years with the agreement that whenever this Covid-19 is over we'd have a pint for old times sake, alas, it wasn't to be.
Pity, because it was his round!