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.
BUILDING A 1:1 BALUN
4 years ago
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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?
Thank you for that Roberta, from the UK
I guess we'll see how King Charles III will run the store. He's been apprenticing at it for a very long time.
Sort 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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