We've just come home from our local, still-locked down, gym and pool where Megan has her swimming club. Sad news came through yesterday that one of her coaches, Nigel, died from Coronavirus on Tuesday. Nobody in the club even knew he was unwell.
Meg loves her swim club. She's always been a water baby, loved going to the pool while still a toddler and could swim by the time she was three. OK, so it wasn't really 'swimming'... more a sort of ... doggy paddle with loads of splashing thrown in for good measure.... but she loved it. She joined the local swimming club and has been under the tutelage of Nigel and the other coaches there since she was five. She's come on leaps and bounds and is now a strong swimmer.... certainly better than anybody else in her age group including the boys.
She's heartbroken that Nigel is gone. Not easy for a 7 year old to deal with. We've been down to the gym and she's laid her little floral tribute and a personally drawn and written message, adding to the growing number of flowers being laid against the wall outside the pool by the other children in the club.
He was a lovely man and everybody will miss him.