I’ve just caught the tail end of a TV programme on Channel 4 called Watch Me Disappear. It was a short documentary about the number of people who die alone, and unnoticed. It followed the story of two in particular, one whose body wasn’t found for over a year. If you missed this and now wanted to watch it, you can find it on 4oD (the channel four on demand service), but you may have to pay!.
Naturally, and this being me, it started me thinking. The final comment by the presenter and documentary maker, Lucy Cohen was about how awful it would be to die alone. But of course, that is one journey we can only ever make alone – rather like the one we make when we come into this life as well. To me, it isn’t the dying alone that would concern me, but rather the being unnoticed.
I thought about the guy I chatted to yesterday morning who sells The Big Issue in Dorchester where I live and whom I had asked about Elaine, the young woman I used to buy it from. He didn’t know what had happened to her and hadn’t seen her for a while. I haven’t seen her for some months now either, but I have to hold my hand up and say, that I didn’t I give it a second thought until I saw the programme today. I also have to admit that even when I noticed her absence on those trips into town, it didn’t prompt me to do anything/say anything about it. It is only coincidence that I happened to have the conversation yesterday, but now I’m thinking, I’m wondering just what I can do about it – just to show that someone has noticed her and her absence.
Any thoughts, or suggestions about how to do this would be welcome.