Having lost my own mother in July, my first thoughts on hearing about the death of the Queen were that my mother would have been so upset. She would also have loved watching the amazing pageantry and spectacle of the funeral, although no doubt lamented the fact that she had fallen asleep through much of it.
Didn’t those pall bearers do well, lifting and carrying the coffin time and again? You could almost hear the sigh of relief when they placed it for the final time. I watched in awe for most of the televised event. I got worried about all those horse droppings ending up on carefully polished shoes! My emotions were quite even, until they brought out the Queen’s pony and her corgis and that finished me off!
When I think back to my life under the Queen’s reign, I realise that she has always been a part of our lives, from her face on the back of the bank notes and coins, stamps and the Queen’s speech on Christmas Day. My sister and I went to Dudley in 1977, when Elizabeth visited for her Silver Jubilee. The photograph below gives an idea of the size of the crowd. I am on the photo, but at the time it was taken someone was waving a flag in front of my face, so you can hardly see me.
Although, like everyone else I am sad at the passing of the Queen, I believe she gave a great example of devotion to duty and carrying on despite adversity. I think she was given a spectacular send off and admire everyone who took part. I just hope the royal family are now allowed some time and space to recover and rest, as I am well aware given my own experience, that the enormity of what has happened only hits you when the formalities are over.
I think it just remains to say:
God Save the King!
Back next week with a blog featuring Celia Anderson.