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Melinda's avatar

I'll say it again: it is like the last moments of our lives as we knew them are slipping away from us. In my case with age and additional frailty, but I want to cling to the memories of those comfortable times when we knew the rules and followed them. My first boss was Mr. not Roger. We were not on a first-name basis with our parents' friends who were referred to as aunts and uncles as was proper. I mourn the end of this era and the passing of the monarch I suspected had a sly sense of humor in her private world. I'll mss her hats and handbags. I'd take a corgi if offered.

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Jo Lauer's avatar

Thank you Abbie. Beautifully stated. I was a six-year old girl in Iowa when Elizabeth took the throne. I was enraptured. She was "my Queen." As I entered my teen years, she resembled one of my grandmothers so much I decided to adopt her as my royal grandmother. I mourn her loss in a personal way, as if she was indeed my family. Prince-now-King Charles...I reserve judgment.

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