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.
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.
What lovely, touching thoughts about a lovely, iconic world leader. She will be missed by many, for many reasons... You touched on the world's loss with your astute observations of the direction we're heading in. Thank you for your poignant sentiments.
You nailed it; those last moments of a forgotten era (ours) are the final grains in the hourglass, and Elizabeth's death pretty much signals the end. Isn't it weird, watching it happen from our perch in a reality 90% of those now alive cannot know? Of course every generation feels this way, but no generation has faced a cataclysmic paradigm shift like the one now threatening inevitable, planet-wide starvation, disease, war and ultimate extinction. The rules we know demand careful, considered action and personal sacrifice in the interest of a future. But few under 70 know the rules. And no one listens to them.
Your memories are much appreciated. I recall how enamored my mother and older sister were of the Queen and remember seeing her on TV back in the 50's and forward. Back then I thought she was Queen for all of us and that feeling followed me much of my life. Must binge-watch "The Crown" again before I lose the feeling.
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.
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.
This is beautiful and true, Abbie. Hope your tribute and cultural commentary find a wide, appreciative readership.
What lovely, touching thoughts about a lovely, iconic world leader. She will be missed by many, for many reasons... You touched on the world's loss with your astute observations of the direction we're heading in. Thank you for your poignant sentiments.
"We will not see those eyes again"
Wonderfully sensitive tribute -
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Beautifully put!
You nailed it; those last moments of a forgotten era (ours) are the final grains in the hourglass, and Elizabeth's death pretty much signals the end. Isn't it weird, watching it happen from our perch in a reality 90% of those now alive cannot know? Of course every generation feels this way, but no generation has faced a cataclysmic paradigm shift like the one now threatening inevitable, planet-wide starvation, disease, war and ultimate extinction. The rules we know demand careful, considered action and personal sacrifice in the interest of a future. But few under 70 know the rules. And no one listens to them.
She was the queen-grandmother for all of us who cherish the fae.
Your memories are much appreciated. I recall how enamored my mother and older sister were of the Queen and remember seeing her on TV back in the 50's and forward. Back then I thought she was Queen for all of us and that feeling followed me much of my life. Must binge-watch "The Crown" again before I lose the feeling.
Good idea, except I'm not sure it really captured her. Helen Mirren's "The Queen," may have come closer. That scene with the stag was haunting!