Queen Elizabeth is gone. Her death has hit me unexpectedly hard. She was very much of my parents generation, a year older than my father and five years older than my Mother.
Like them -- but far more so -- she grew up in the shadow of a World War. The Royal family remained in London throughout The Blitz; they didn't flinch from their duty. Most of the people who fought that war are gone, their life stories fading, but Elizabeth was always right there, all of my life, a visible reminder of the terrible conflict, of the closest call Western Civilization has yet endured.
And now -- she isn't. It's just us kids; there aren't any adults left. I'm not at all confident we're doing an adequate job.
Queen of England spent the war as a truck driver and a mechanic. Who's the last President to change a tire with his own hands?
ReplyDeleteThank you for that Roberta, from the UK
ReplyDeleteI guess we'll see how King Charles III will run the store. He's been apprenticing at it for a very long time.
ReplyDeleteSort of like when the last aunt/uncle dies and you look around and realize it's just you and the cousins now.
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