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“I am angry with the deniers and with those who lower their masks and with their behavior they put us at risk. Every time I meet one it seems an offense to my mother’s memory. To write, in a long post on Facebook, she is a 21-year-old girl, her name is Eleonora and she lost her mother on November 22: Lucia Cosimi, 55, a primary school teacher in Reggello, in the province of Florence. His story was told in the Florentine edition of the Repubblica. On Facebook, Eleonora went further and posted some messages with her mother, before her death. “How are you?” Asks the daughter. And the mother, admitted to the Ponte a Niccheri hospital: “Better with oxygen, but it’s hard.” And then: “They gave me another cough syrup. I am always attached to oxygen. You’re good? ».
Eleonora tells the story of her mother: «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 but she 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 ». Messages of love, of concern for loved ones at home and also a message from work: “Listen to the director if the hospital needs the certificate.”
On November 22, the dramatic news: Lucia had a collapse during the night, Eleonora continues: «The hospital called us to tell us that she was dead. But the reason for this publication is not our mother. Our mother who was not supposed to die, our mother who was fine just 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 in Those three The days that she was not sedated had infected her with so much love that for everyone she was “La Maestrina”, our mother that even the doctors cry, our mother in whose coffin they have put lights. Our mother, who cannot leave any emptiness, has filled us so much. Our mom who never gave just the three of us. The reason is another: he 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, I wasted time and energy. But reading and listening to 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.
December 21, 2020 | 14:44
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