One year ago the Italian army had to be deployed to relieve the morgue of Bergamo, Italy and bring the corpses of covid19 victims to be burned in other locations in northern Italy. This day has been chosen to remember the victims of the pandemic.
I remember those days very well. In that period we received news that what I considered to be my Grandfather (He was the grandfather of my sister's boyfriend but I've known him since I was 2, so I grew up seeing him as basically mine), got infected with the virus. In the span of a couple of days he was transferred to the special care unit of the hospital. We could only speak to him on the phone once a day, and after he got worse he was intubated and we couldn't call him anymore.
I can clearly remember he was saying that he was scared and didn't want to be alone. After a week of only speaking to the doctors on the phone in the evening we got news that he died. It hit all of us like a truck. All of it was surreal, the last thing he told us was how scared he was and that he was alone. We couldn't do anything to help.
The part that makes me really sad is thinking about his wife. She saw him get sick but despite being with him 24/7 she never got anything. She saw her husband disappear and in the span of 2 weeks of not seeing or talking to him she got news he died. I have never seen such pain in a person's eyes, and I only got to finally see her after MONTHS when it was relatively safe to meet her.
The thing that got us through the pain of losing him was seeing his name pop up in every journal, wensite etc of our city. He was a very talented and famous local musician and seeing this many people remember him and speaking fondly of him was heartwarming.
This experience really made me rethink life and death. Such a surreal experience really makes you think. I am of the opinion that nobody really dies as long as he is remembered, and we will remember him.
To think that so many people went through this, thousands of families everyday in every part of the world. It's an experience I think nobody deserves. We must stop this damn virus and prevent more suffering
Edit: I would like to thank everyone for the kind words, and for those that had to endure similar experiences or are in the middle of it, keep pushing and stay strong, do it for them, I know it's hard but it is what they would have wanted
GianluZ on March 18th, 2021 at 09:21 UTC »
Living near there in that days was scary:
tons of ambulances across the streets, graveyards so full that bodies had to be transported to other cities and pages full of necrologies
Biggusz_Dickusz on March 18th, 2021 at 09:23 UTC »
Hungary is practically at this level rn, without the northern italian healthcare standards of course.
Blaze17IT on March 18th, 2021 at 09:53 UTC »
I remember those days very well. In that period we received news that what I considered to be my Grandfather (He was the grandfather of my sister's boyfriend but I've known him since I was 2, so I grew up seeing him as basically mine), got infected with the virus. In the span of a couple of days he was transferred to the special care unit of the hospital. We could only speak to him on the phone once a day, and after he got worse he was intubated and we couldn't call him anymore.
I can clearly remember he was saying that he was scared and didn't want to be alone. After a week of only speaking to the doctors on the phone in the evening we got news that he died. It hit all of us like a truck. All of it was surreal, the last thing he told us was how scared he was and that he was alone. We couldn't do anything to help.
The part that makes me really sad is thinking about his wife. She saw him get sick but despite being with him 24/7 she never got anything. She saw her husband disappear and in the span of 2 weeks of not seeing or talking to him she got news he died. I have never seen such pain in a person's eyes, and I only got to finally see her after MONTHS when it was relatively safe to meet her.
The thing that got us through the pain of losing him was seeing his name pop up in every journal, wensite etc of our city. He was a very talented and famous local musician and seeing this many people remember him and speaking fondly of him was heartwarming.
This experience really made me rethink life and death. Such a surreal experience really makes you think. I am of the opinion that nobody really dies as long as he is remembered, and we will remember him.
To think that so many people went through this, thousands of families everyday in every part of the world. It's an experience I think nobody deserves. We must stop this damn virus and prevent more suffering
Edit: I would like to thank everyone for the kind words, and for those that had to endure similar experiences or are in the middle of it, keep pushing and stay strong, do it for them, I know it's hard but it is what they would have wanted