Market Town : David : The long goodbye
Meeting regularly, David and I, in early 2013 began working upon the first instalment of an ongoing series of stories about his life with blindness. The challenging new day to day routines, learning routes into town with his stick or following behind his mother, Eugene.
Together, we focussed upon how he was coping with the isolation, depression, the navigation of the local streets where bodiless voices surrounded him, a new world of unseen whispers, as though falling and falling through a snowstorm of disembodied ghosts, the many new terrors and harsh realities of David’s learning to live blinded.
David at home, early 2013.
“The world, well, I knew it was out there but I didn’t feel a part of it, I felt I was no longer a part of the world. You sort of feel like you’re a ghost and you’re like on the far side of the universe and perhaps the world no longer exists or perhaps, like, I’m gone, I’m dead and maybe I’m some kind of spirit and I’m stuck in some parallel purgatory. That’s how it’s felt ever since I’ve been blind”
During the spring and early summer of 2013 and thanks wholly to Mike Hartley who suggested the site, HopeMob was used to fund raise a SARA scanning device for David. The scanner is a machine that enables a blind person to scan the printed word and convert it to audio, letters, newspapers, bills and books.
The fundraising proved to be a success, donations and support coming from all over the world, the money raised in four of the allocated 40 days, social media was used as the singular tool to enable the fundraising, the people that use it responsible for the donations.
David, sat in his kitchen waiting for the SARA to be turned on for the very first time.
“There’s nothing the same, if I’d been able to see a little after the accident I might have been able to access things but I can’t. I’m so cut off from the world, it’s just like being a ghost floating through the world and the only time you know you’re not a ghost is if you bang into something and it hurts and then you know you’re real as the pain feels real.”
David, placing the first book to be scanned.
Waiting for the first typed words to be translated to audio.
“When you don’t see anything at all, all there is, is black, it’s a terrible situation as you forget what things are, like colours, you begin to forget them. When you dream, though, you can see them, it’s daylight in my dreams but once I wake up, it’s gone.”
David, hearing a page from one of his favourite books for the very first time.
“Having stories read out to me, I can visualise things in my mind and get new input. I can read books I have never read before, I feel like a person again.”
David, putting his walking shoes on, his mother, Eugene, waits, struggling with severe back pain, behind him.
“Mother just kept getting worse during the summertime because she had a lot more pain in her back and in her hip and she couldn’t get about much, when she did she had to lean on her shopping trolley, as far back as January 2012 she’d been like that really. She used to make it into town about once a week and I’d go with her and hold onto the belt of her coat, carry the shopping in my left hand so she did not have to push that weight in her trolley. Then she began to have falls.”
“Her legs got weaker, whether that was because she had to keep laying down because of the pain I don’t know. I guess from this time I really became mother’s carer. During November she had four falls in the course of about a fortnight. She got going again though, she used to just come down in the mornings for about an hour, prepare one or two things for later then she would go back upstairs and get into her bed and cover herself up with coats and clothes to keep warm till about dinnertime.”
David holding on to the belt of his mother’s coat as they embark on the walk into town.
David carries a bag of cut-price half-oranges that his mother buys at the local market.
Supermarket.
Eugene, tired after the walk into town putting away her shopping trolley.
“It was a Friday evening I think and we were in the front room and mother was sitting in this high chair that I’m sitting in now, she would put a blanket over her feet and legs to try and keep warm and she would go up to bed around 8pm because the pain would get too much sat up in a chair, so around 8 she would go up to bed and she got up and went to throw the blanket over the back of the chair to keep it tidy, she swung and the momentum of doing this overbalanced her and she went over backwards and hit her head, I think, on the bookcase, that’s where she told me she’d hit her head.”
“I pulled her up and I was surprised at how light she was as I just held her hand and pulled her straight up, I was so surprised at how light she had got. She went off to bed and she didn’t seem any worse than she had been but I wondered to myself what she would be like the next morning as often you’re worse the next day than you are that moment you actually hurt yourself.”
David, sat in his mother’s chair.
“We got through the weekend and she was a bit stiffer than usual on the Saturday but she was still sort of getting about the house. Then on the Sunday after she had gone up to bed, she’d gone up around half past 8 and this must have been half past 11 I heard this almighty crash and I had a feeling it was her, that she must of had a fall and I thought to myself “What am I going to find?.” so I made my way upstairs and called out and mother said “I’m in the bathroom, I’ve fallen over backwards, I’m laying in the bathroom.”
“I couldn’t get into the bathroom to get her up as she was laying behind the door but she managed somehow to get herself up from the door so I was able to reach through the gap in the doorway and pull her through and up into her bed. After that, she was able to come down in the mornings but she was much worse.”
“About the middle of that week, in the morning after she would usually have gotten up, she was still in bed and from then on she didn’t get up any more. She told me to go up to the doctors surgery and tell the doctor. I managed to get up there but when I arrived the inner doors were locked and fortunately another person that wanted to see the doctor was there and they told me that there was a sign on the door saying the doors were locked until 2pm due to training, so there was no one there and I had to come back home.”
“The next morning I headed up there again at around 9am and made an appointment and the doctor didn’t come out till after he had finished his surgery, so that would have been about one o’clock and after he’d had a look at her said that mother would have to be admitted to hospital but they might not come out for some time because of emergencies. I think they showed up at around a quarter to 6 or 7pm and they took her into the ambulance and up to hospital.”
Having lived with is mother his entire life, David eats alone for the first time.
David, consumed with worry before visiting his mother in hospital.
“I managed to get a lift up to visit and mother said “I don’t want to be in this place, I want to come home.” and I said “Yes, I know, you to told me to tell the doctors.” and she said “I didn’t know I’d end up in here!.” and I promised to try and do my best to get her back home. She said “It’s a horrible place here, you should never have done what I told you to do!, you should have defied me and not gone!.” but when I walked to the doctors with my cane I had no idea the doctor would decide she had to go to hospital you see?. I didn’t know what else to do. I asked mother if she had been x-rayed but she told me “No.” so whether she did break anything when she fell god only knows as I don’t and I never did find out.”
“The hospital said that she had got malnourished because she had only been eating small amounts. I’d been going into town with my long walking cane to get food for her for months, ready meals but she began to only eat half in the day and I would warm up the rest and she would have that in the evening. I used to say to her that was not very much, that she was on half rations and that she should eat more.”
“A few days later I managed to speak with mother on the phone and she sounded a little better, more interested in things, asking after me and how I was managing on my own and we talked for a few minutes. That was the last time that we really had a conversation that was a proper conversation. When we said goodnight on the phone she said “Goodbye, my darling.” and I said “Goodbye, mum.” and I said “I love you.” and she said “Yes, I know you do.”
David visits his mother, Eugene in hospital.
“Then the next day the hospital called again and said that mother had a chest infection and she was not very well at all and the consultant had put her on a drip of antibiotics. The day before she had been picking up and then this came on in a matter of hours. A day later a woman doctor phoned up and said about this chest infection and now also an urinary infection. They kept her on a drip and this all went on for a few more days.”
“We’re going to take her off the drip and not do anything more for her.”, the consultant decided this. The woman on the phone asked me how I felt about this and I said “Well, how do you think I feel about it?, not very good, do I!.” I wanted them to put her on a drip and give her a few more days but they had decided not to after running all these tests but I just didn’t know what was going on.”
“I said to the people on the telephone that were calling from the hospital how hard all this was because I couldn’t see. I felt helpless as I was stuck at home and I wanted to visit but I couldn’t get up there to visit, I didn’t know what buses to take or where to walk, these are all routes I’d never learned. I said all this to them and they told me it wouldn’t make any difference to things even if I could get up there. I told them to tell the consultant how I felt, that I would like them to give her a drip again. I’d ring them up everyday and ask how she was and they would tell me no change and I’d feel like such a heel as I couldn’t get up there.”
David talks to his mother as she lays, semi conscious in her hospital bed.
“Anyway, I got Jim to take me up, we went up together on the bus, he came and took me up there to the hospital and I sort of tried to talk with mother, well, you couldn’t really properly talk with her as she was delirious as now she had this infection in her kidneys and once your kidneys are not functioning right you get all disorientated but she must have known something as my hands had got cold outside and she suddenly said “That’s one thing… your hands are cold.” so she knew that and I said “Yes, it is cold mum.” so she must have known that. After a few minutes she spoke again and said my name “David.” so she must have know that it was me but after that she didn’t say anything else.”
“We went up again and she was much worse, unresponsive in a very deep sleep, semi conscious but I spoke to her, I told her what a wonderful mother she was. I’m pretty sure she could hear me. That was the last time I ever saw her because she got through that night but died the next night. I was at home sat up and the telephone rang and I thought to myself “Oh, god almighty… I bet I know what this is.”
Saying goodbye for the final time.
“I’d been hoping, you see, for some sort of a miracle but it was the hospital calling and they left a message on the answer phone saying that they had some bad news and that mother had passed away, the nurses had gone in to check on her and noticed that her breathing had got very shallow so they stayed there with her and held her hand, so at least she was not all alone when she did die.”
David.
“All this has been made worse in that, when you lose your sight you already down about that and then you have to deal with everything, losing someone… it makes it so dark, no daylight, so nothing brightens up, it’s always dark. It’s dreadful really. It’s as though I am in a box, a prison cell, all the time and I can’t escape. I lost my sight, I never lost my capacity to feel or to reason so I feel all these emotions just as I always would have before the accident, just now… I feel like I’m coping very badly as the blindness, the depression it never changes. I have been using the SARA a little more now though, it’s like a parole really, a few moments out of my prison cell. Mother used to like me having it on whilst I listened to my books so, now she’s gone I kind of feel it’s not too disrespectful to have it on as she used to like it reading the books too.”
58 Comments
Stewart Weir
December 23, 2013 at 2:27 pmExcellent .. keep going!
Javier Hernandez
December 23, 2013 at 2:38 pmGive my best to David Jim. I’m shocked right now and all I feel like doing is sending him a hug.
Miles Pilling
December 23, 2013 at 10:53 pmThe work you are doing is so worthwhile. I only hope you can find a way to get more people to see it. Important witness to the every day realities of 21st century life in the UK for those without a voice. Sorry if that sounds over the top, but you’ve reminded me of what I 1st got into the media for. Respect.
JA Mortram
December 24, 2013 at 11:46 amThanks.
Stella Kramer
December 25, 2013 at 12:30 amJim,
Is there a way to raise money to get David a guide dog? Would that help him? I know people would be willing to help.
JA Mortram
December 26, 2013 at 4:22 pmI’ve been thinking just the same for months and months. Firstly though, David, must make the choice to commit to a guide dog for himself, he’s on the waiting list and has had some dog training, hoping here things will progress in the coming year.
Annie Watson
December 29, 2013 at 5:14 amBeautiful work…
JA Mortram
December 29, 2013 at 11:00 amThank you, Annie.
Emma
December 31, 2013 at 3:37 pmAbsolutely beautiful and so so sad. I think your work is so touching and I feel like I know David after reading this. I have just discovered you today and I am so glad I have. Thankyou.
JA Mortram
January 3, 2014 at 4:12 pmThank you, Emma.
Jason
January 9, 2014 at 6:40 amHi Jim,
Your corpus of work is growing from strength to strength in this short time I have known you and your work.
I love it so much that you capture the essence of the people you photograph with a sensitivity and understanding that gives a dignity to the people you capture and an intimate connection of what is the human condition. Keep up the great work. Mail me if there is anything you need help with?
Your Friend n Supporter
Jason
JA Mortram
January 9, 2014 at 10:42 amJason!, so great to hear from you my friend, thank you for your lovely words. Peace, as ever, Jim X
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January 20, 2014 at 7:12 pm[…] photos with the stories of the people in them. One of the most powerful of these stories is that of David, a man who lost his sight in adulthood. He lived with his mother, Eugene, whose health was […]
Phil Cornish
February 12, 2014 at 5:19 pmJim this is brilliant. Brought a tear to my eye.
So powerful
JA Mortram
February 15, 2014 at 9:43 pmThank you, Phil X
Brett Patching
February 16, 2014 at 11:46 pmAfter reading “Postcards from the Black”, I was sad to read about Eugene’s passing. I wish David all the best, and hope that things progress this year. Thank you for yet another fantastic article.
JA Mortram
February 19, 2014 at 2:26 pmThank you.
Mr Gryff
February 19, 2014 at 8:11 amAwesome story, my heart goes out to David, am hearing his voice from a way away. Sounds like his mothers hospital experience could’ve been a lot more caring of him. If he needs a hug or a meal cooked for him get back to me. Warmest regards
JA Mortram
February 19, 2014 at 2:25 pmThank you, I will. x
morna
February 19, 2014 at 2:23 pmAmazing. I’ve seen this man about for many years, but knew nothing about him as he seemed very private. He always used to stand outside Woolworths with a little brown bag as far back as I can remember. I hope he finds peace and comes through this very dark place.xxx
JA Mortram
February 19, 2014 at 2:25 pmThank you, your hope is as mine. x
Mark
February 19, 2014 at 5:23 pmA very moving piece of work.
Is David aware of RNIB and their services? From what he says to you about the ‘parole’ that reading brings he may like their Talking Boooks service. They also provide services that can assist both with the depression around sight loss and also the isolation. http://www.rnib.org.uk
More locally the Norfolk and Norwich Assoc for the Blind http://www.nnab.org.uk/ may also provide services about which David might like to know.
He may not feel they can help him at the moment but when he feels it’s time then he may find some assistance and support. Wish him well
JA Mortram
February 20, 2014 at 10:30 amThank you, he is aware, yes. The Guide Dog UK folk have been extremely helpful over the last few months.
Mike C
February 19, 2014 at 9:37 pmJim, I lived opposite David and his mother for many years, but knew nothing about either of them other than seeing them around town or David cycling to Norwich. The sense of loss from David’s accident and blindness and his mother’s death comes through very powerfully. Thank you and pass my best wishes onto David.
JA Mortram
February 19, 2014 at 9:41 pmThank you for sharing, I will do, I hope to visit him tomorrow and drop off a new book to use with his SARA scanner.
Sarah Walter
February 20, 2014 at 10:20 amI have been deeply moved by the openness and frankness of David and his mother, Eugene. David has shown us a window into his life and for that I am grateful and your photographs have captured David’s lonely and isolated world. I hope he continues to use SARA though was moved when he explained using it was “like parole..a few minutes out of my prison cell”. Thank you
JA Mortram
February 20, 2014 at 10:29 amThank you.
Melody
April 29, 2014 at 7:42 pmThis is probably the most touching story I read…
“David, hearing a page from one of his favourite books for the very first time.”
Who could have thought that this one picture of happiness would trigger even more tears than the rest of this story about loneliness?
Beautiful.
JA Mortram
May 3, 2014 at 7:30 pmThank you!.
Amy Romer
May 23, 2014 at 3:02 pmJim, I’m disappointed in myself for not knowing your work before this week but I’ve spent most of today looking at your pictures and reading your stories. Not only are your photo stories beautiful and thought provoking, but the way you approach your stories and subjects is everything that I love and inspire to become.
I honestly can’t find the words. You’re an inspiration.
JA Mortram
May 23, 2014 at 3:05 pmThank you, really, really appreciated. I’ll tell you who inspires me, all the folk I’m truly lucky and honoured to document and know.
David Warrington
June 17, 2014 at 7:35 pmAmazing. So, so moving.
JA Mortram
June 18, 2014 at 9:13 amThank you.
Keith Goldstein
September 24, 2014 at 2:10 pmPowerful.
JA Mortram
October 14, 2014 at 11:16 amThanks.
C Bradley
October 4, 2014 at 2:48 pmI`m a big fan of social documentary photography and this ticked all the boxes. A touching story well put together, touched my heart it did, glad I found you. Thanks..!
JA Mortram
October 14, 2014 at 11:16 amThanks!.
Peter
October 23, 2014 at 8:51 amJim,
Over the past month or so I’ve been obsessed about my own mortality. Its been a difficult time. And yet there are others out there with infinitely more difficult problems to solve than my own.
Omphaloskepsis and obsession with the self is the general nature of humans. Your work drags me – and I guess other people – out of that selfish self obsession.
The story of David is tragic and yet beautiful, certainly in the way you have observed and rendered it.
I’m so pleased to have been introduced to your work and to have spoken to you. And of course to have some of that work on my wall in front of me as I work on my own images.
Those images of yours make me consider the human condition. They are inspirational.
Excellent work Jim.
Cheers for now,
Peter
JA Mortram
October 23, 2014 at 9:24 amHi mate!,
thanks for this wise comment, and for the email. My thoughts with you & yours X
debby hook
December 16, 2014 at 9:38 amSo moving, I have seen David lots of times in Dereham, with and without his mum and always
thought how brave he is. This is a really sad story that he is now alone and doesn’t have anyone
JA Mortram
December 16, 2014 at 11:20 amThank you.
Ian Bennett
December 16, 2014 at 10:28 amI’ve lived in Dereham all my life and regularly saw David and his mum.
Never considered their situation because as usual we are all too busy with our lives!
A sobering read but a great one.
I think I may be saying hi next time I see him.
laura
December 16, 2014 at 10:35 amsuch a sad story my grandad was blind my nan looked after him reading this makes me realise how hard it was for them both
Lisa
December 16, 2014 at 11:20 amheart breaking he’s an inspiration. Xx all the best my man xx
JA Mortram
December 16, 2014 at 11:21 amThank you.
debs
December 16, 2014 at 11:36 amAll the best for David & his future his mum would be so proud very powerful story sad, moving, inspirational & amazing thank you for bringing a very emotional story to readers & hope people don’t take family & friends for granted ☺
Terry
December 16, 2014 at 2:55 pmDavid was always out on his travels around Norfolk I used to see him on his bike between Dereham and Norwich or Dereham Fakenham. I often wondered where or why he was going. Why did he stop cycling? He seemed to be out just as much, only now on foot.
I realised he wasn’t around any more a while before I realised it was him walking with his Mum who was also quite amazing I now realise, having read David’s story.
I did stop and talk with them once in the town when David was trying out a guide dog, I wish now of course that I had spent longer.
I do hope David decides to get a dog, not only for the freedom it would give him, but also for the companionship, affection, and confidence that would come along with it.
David won’t have any idea who I am, but if I can help him in any way I would be pleased for you to contact me.
JA Mortram
December 16, 2014 at 4:24 pmThank you, really appreciated. The latest story with David will be live in just a few days.
Carol
December 16, 2014 at 8:27 pmWhat a very moving story. Much like others I have seen David on many occasions “about town” and never knew his story I am glad that he has found help from the various organisations available I personally have found the Norfolk and Norwich Association for the Blind very helpful on many occasions. Thank you for sharing this story.
Tracey
December 16, 2014 at 9:13 pmSuch a sad story, I used to see David and his mum regularly. Thank you to David in allowing you to share his life with us. I do hope he has found some happiness in his life.
Leanda Hudson
December 17, 2014 at 9:13 amI live in Scarning near Dereham and I like some of the above have seen David and his mum in the town, I had heard about his mums passing and have seen Davind on the odd time around the town, but not for a while , I’ve always felt I wanted to speak to him but hw wouldn’t know me so didn’t see the point, but now I do and next time I see him will definetly say hello and if I can help him in anyway I will. What a very sad story and to think this is going on in Dereham too is just so sad xx
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December 19, 2014 at 3:49 pm[…] the place where I shoot all of the stories for Small Town Inertia, upon the story ‘Market Town : David : The long goodbye‘. Knowing that the seed, David’s amazing, humbling and very real giving, to us, his […]
Donna Ferrato
March 17, 2015 at 12:22 amI am so glad you are out there, in your kind and gentle style, constantly searching for the right moment to snatch and preserve for eternity. David’s story is beautiful. It was so good to see him smile when he could hear the words from his favorite book off the special machine. And the darkest pit of sadness he will ever experience that happened when his mum died. Amazing.
JA Mortram
March 17, 2015 at 1:09 pmThank you, mate, really appreciated.
colin young
February 9, 2016 at 11:42 pmGlad I stumbled on this. Bleak and beautiful in equal measure.
JA Mortram
February 10, 2016 at 7:30 amThank you.
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Jonathan Ryder
February 27, 2020 at 11:19 amOh my, I feel heartbroken reading this. In pieces, actually.
I’ve only just come across your work, Jim. It’s incredibly powerful and humbling.
Thank you for sharing David’s story.