Carol Vincent was in her forties when she died.
Carol Vincent died alone in her tiny studio flat in London.
Carol Vincent died a few weeks before Christmas; November 2003 to be exact.
It took more than two years for someone to realise Carol Vincent was dead.
Two years. She lay there. Alone, dead, unnoticed, and unmissed.
As I read the story I kept asking, how?
How is it possible that in a city of about 7 million, not one person noticed that a neighbour, sister, cousin or friend was missing?
How could the family members, â€œwho told the inquest that Carol Vincent had been helped to find the property by a women’s refuge because she had reported that she was a victim of domestic violence,â€? live for two years without communicating with her?
How could the womenâ€™s refuge place her in accommodation where drug addicts frequented and alcoholics lay dead in the lift?
How could the same refuge fail to check up on Carol Vincent?
How could Carol Vincentâ€™s television have stayed on for two years despite unpaid electricity bills?
How could pest control, who turned up to fumigate a neighbours house of insects which were clearly creeping in from Carol Vincentâ€™s home not notice anything suspicious?
How can the answers to any of these questions make it any easier to accept that in spite of advancements in technology that allow us to communicate faster, easier and over longer distances so many people are living and dying alone, unnoticed and unmissed?