My friend of. Many years died a week ago. He was the step Dad of my two boys and he was a single parent to twi other boys from same mother as mine. Over the years we grew close and recently he came to visit me and he looked in a bad way. Because of covid I was unable to visit him in hostpital and his kids never got to say goodbye either. This is an awful and unnecessary cruel situation for everyone. Not facilitating visits for his own kids and close family is bad. Anyway I just wanted to share the empty hopelessness of even being alive these days. I encouraged him to stay active and I even joined his bubble as he was self isolating for months. I had another friend who died of cancer who never saw anyone for 7 months cos they were so scared of getting the virus. At least this friend eventually enjoyed his life again and had a good few laughs. It was funny at end when he would get angry with me for silly things like me dissing his cheap washing up liquid. Or arguing about what mc Donald's is closer. I know he really appreciated me throwing a spanner into his isolated life and waking him up. He hid his cancer for 14 years and suffered silently. I love him so much and miss him dearly. I have aspergers and don't really understand why people who spent more time with him don't seem to worried he died.