today is turning out to be “spontaneous tears day”. i want to say i don’t know why i’m crying like a baby every quarter-hour, but i do. the death of the queen mother yesterday has affected me in a most personal manner and i’m having much difficulty dealing with the emotions it’s bringing up.
i’ve always loved and regarded the monarchy. i believe they are an important link to our shared history with the united kingdom. i’m intrigued by the concept of kings and queens in an age where no one believes any one person should be held above the most common man. that being said, it is more of a familial link which has reduced me to a sobbing wreck these last two days.
my grandmother loved the queen mum; elizabeth was her favourite royal. in tradition and want to emulate my gran, she became my favourite royal as well. in some way, i believed that as long as she lived a part of my gran would, too. now she’s gone and i’m feeling the loss of them both — the end of an era for the british monarchy and a second mourning for the only grandparent i ever knew.
i never knew my grandparents
for Queen Mum’s passing, we all less that what we once were
In memory, shaded whispers live;
The tears fall fallow as we forgive.
Ya know, if I make it to 101 (please, no), I sure do hope to die peacefully during my afternoon nap.
I totally agree!
Well, 101 years is a pretty good run… QE II has the same genes and shows no sign of getting ready to retire any time soon. Poor Charles will probably only get to be king in his dotage…