Scottish Daily Mail



THERE have been times during this pandemic when I’ve wondered how we will talk about it in ten, 20 or 30 years’ time. There will of course be clips from radio, TV and film for programme makers and historians to draw on. I’m in a good few of them!

But will there be a place where people can go and reflect on lost relatives, somewhere quiet, respectful and is somehow linked to other tragedies? Will people need this? I believe they will.

I could imagine people who are now in their 40s, say, but at this point in the future in their 70s, standing in front of the planned memorial in St Paul’s Cathedral with their grandchild­ren, rememberin­g the arrival of the new virus on our shores and what we called ‘lockdowns’.

When some people caught it, they were very ill and some of those sick people died… and yes, ‘your great uncle’ or ‘your grandmothe­r’ – ‘you’ve seen pictures of them, dear, they died from it’.

When there’s a special place for these kinds of conversati­ons, people cluster and share stories of what happened in their families too. I know this from visiting the Shoah Memorial – the Holocaust museum in Paris – to commemorat­e the deportatio­n and deaths of my father’s uncle and aunt. As we stood by the wall of names, we talked to people who, like us, lost relatives.

That memorial gave us a public space to come to terms with both the small-scale personal aspect and the immensity of the tragedy. That’s what memorial places can do.

I was so nearly one of those names that will be logged in the online memorial books at the cathedral. In March last year, I caught Covid-19 and was in intensive care for 47 days or so. In my ward, 42 per cent of the people died. I was told this by the consultant on the ward, Professor Hugh Montgomery.

EVERY time I think of it, I struggle to take it in. I wonder, who were they? I don’t know them because I was in a coma. All I have is that figure in my head and the thought that those people were alongside me in the ward, getting the same treatment, the same care, the same devotion, but it didn’t work out for them.

Then I think of my family and imagine them hearing that I had died. My wife Emma called in every day to hear how I was doing: the secondary infection, the ‘yoyo-ing’ blood pressure, the blood clots on my lungs, my dilated eye that could have signified that I was brain dead, as ‘the prof’ put it.

This gets me thinking of the pain and grief of the families of that 42 per cent. They aren’t a number. They are real people with networks of loved ones who will never be the same again, touched by the loss of someone close to them. I’ve appeared in ITV’s 2020: The Story of Us, a landmark documentar­y that tells the story of coronaviru­s in Britain through the experience of people immersed in its impact, both personally and profession­ally. I feature alongside intensive care nurses, who find at the peak of the pandemic that they couldn’t cope with what the prof calls the ‘carnage’ in the wards. The loss of life is too much for them.

And I’ve written in my book – Many Different Kinds of Love: A Story of Life, Death and the NHS – about my experience how, when I came out of hospital, one of the first newspaper articles I read was about the drivers we lost, who drove their buses through March, unprotecte­d in the first part of April 2020 as the public breathed on them. There are times when I find all of this overwhelmi­ng. I can’t and shouldn’t take it all on. I have to deal with getting myself well. And yet, there’s a part of me that feels that I owe it to those who didn’t make it through.

Sometimes, they feel to me like they were comrades on the front in a war. If I analyse these feelings, I can see that one of the reasons they can overwhelm me is that I haven’t been part of a national moment of mourning, nor have I been to the new Covid wall of hearts memorial at the River Thames.

AND I’ll be frank, I don’t want any such moment or place hosted by this Government. For me – argue with me if you like – they are too much implicated in negligence and oversight during the pandemic.

So, yes, let’s have a solemn place, acknowledg­ed by many (most?) as a place of national commemorat­ion for all those who died – directly or indirectly – of Covid. Let it be spoken about by people from bereaved families first. Let religious leaders of all faiths be represente­d. Let those without faith be represente­d too. This is about mourning and thinking about what we have lost, and only then can we move on.

 ??  ?? Sharing stories: Michael Rosen reads to schoolchil­dren
Sharing stories: Michael Rosen reads to schoolchil­dren

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