I was over at Back Towards The Locus yesterday and I stumbled upon this piece by BenSix and it brought tears right to my eyes as I read it; it was such a deeply troubling story that plays on all of your worst fears about loneliness, isolation, disconnection and watching a loved one die. I think it is a horror story, a story of such unremitting bleakness...if one reflects upon it, have the narrative in your mind's eye and try to transport yourself to the loneliness of it; the witness of death; both your own and the man you love. Truly horrible.
Police found the bodies of pensioners Jean and Derek Randall, both believed to be in their mid 70s, on Thursday after forcing entry into their home. It is feared Mrs Randall, who was confined to a wheelchair, and her husband, who was her sole carer, may have been dead for as long as five days. Police suspect that Mr Randall may have died first and Mrs Randall then died because she had nobody to look after her.As BenSix puts it: "The poor Mrs Randall, then, was assaulted by intertwined horrors: the death of her husband, and her own deterioration, both of which she had to cope with in a state of total loneliness."
I don't know whether I am particularly sensitive right now but I can't get this story out of my head, I find it's content so moving, so traumatic...I close my eyes and keep seeing Mrs Randall there, as a stark witness to being forgotten, she must have gone out of her mind as she starved to death or...God knows what. So through this meagre effort and BenSix's blog post, let us try to remember them.
I can't wait for Eva-Jane to come home from work today. I miss you baby and I love you so much.