He publishes the latest text messages from his mother who died of Covid at 55: “Enough deniers.”

“How are you?”. Answer: “Better with oxygen, but it is difficult.” And then: “They gave me another cough syrup tonight. I’m always attached to oxygen. Is everyone okay?” And they at home, yes, all well: her husband Piero, their children Elia (24 years old) and Eleonora (21). A little red hearts and a good night text message even when you fear it is not a good night for those who are locked in a hospital room, the one in Ponte a Niccheri in Florence, fighting the virus. Lucia Cosimi was a primary school teacher in Reggello, a small town in the province of Florence. I was 55 years old and he was fine before those coughs. His daughter Eleonora published on Facebook the last sms they exchanged, those full of hope: “Once the plates are done, now the lung should improve, it is not in bad condition.” Those closest to her husband: “I love you.” “We love you too.” And she: “That’s what encourages me.” Then the text message from a good teacher who thinks about her work even when she has an oxygen helmet on her head, message: “Tomorrow morning listen to the director if the hospital has to give me the certificate. “

Eleonora posted these conversations on Facebook accompanying them with a long post: “I’m mad at the deniers and with those who lower the bezel and with their behavior they put us at risk. Every time I meet one, it seems like an offense to my mother’s memory ”. A slap in an open wound. Lucia Cosimi died on November 22. It is always difficult to know how we crossed the virus, Eleonora says that in the class of who there was a positive person in Covid and everyone, teachers, students and staff had been quarantined. During the quarantine those persistent coughs arrived. Eleonora writes about the mother teacher: “Ahe was 55 years old. Lucia leaves a husband of the same age and two children, 24 and 21 years old. Lucia was fine a few weeks ago when, like every day, I called her on the phone. He had been coughing continuously for days. He said, “Honey, I’m sorry, we’ll talk when the cough stops.” Our mom didn’t make it. Our mother was taken away by ambulance on November 6. A few days with a helmet. We were worried, no doubt, but calm. Our mother had no previous illness. Our mom was fine. Our mom was 55 years old. These are the messages he managed to exchange with us while wearing a helmet. That is, when he was wearing a helmet and had very poor visibility of the telephone keypad. One day they intubated her. ”

From the hospital once he even managed to send a photo. “We were positive: we will do everything we have to do, we will wait while we have to wait – continues Eleonora – After ten days the tragic call from the hospital: a miracle is needed. They give him an experimental therapy, you have to believe in it and send it a lot. Come on, “team play usually works,” a doctor tells me. That’s it. Improvement. The chief doctor is enthusiastic, as are the anesthetists, “who are always the most cautious.” The next morning I call my Father, as always. We are very happy. I attack, and while I do I think: “What the hell … Waiting for two to have good news is a bit boring.” The hospital always calls in the early afternoon, once a day. After 15 minutes, the chief doctor and the hospital call us. Our mother collapsed in the night. Died “.

So far the story of Mamma Lucia, then the anger of those who have been affected in their affections: “The reason for this publication is not our mother. Our mother, who was not supposed to die, our mother who was well a little over a month ago, our mother who was the sweetest person in the world, our mother who died a short time from the vaccine, our mother who was not sedated in those three days had spread so much love that it was for all “The Maestrina”, our mother who even the doctors cry, our mother in whose coffin they have put lights. Our mom who He can’t leave any void, he has filled us so much Our mom who never gave just the three of us. The reason is another: it is the agitated man in line at the DMV. He puts the mask under his nose, puffs, brings it to his chin, puffs again, moves around the room, opens his arms, blows. I turn to him and look at him. I couldn’t say anything, such was the anger. I never gave a damn about deniers, wasted time and energy. But read and listen many against the vaccine, I do not accept it. I do not accept it and ask for your help. Please keep our attention high, even if we are tired of distances, of limitations. You get sick even if you follow the rules. Eleonora was in line at the DMV to change the owner of her mother’s car.