Long Live The Queen
Even though Queen Elizabeth's death doesn't have much direct effect on me, I have sentimental feelings about her passing. It kind of felt like she would live forever, a comforting constant in this ever-changing world.
Whatever faults she may have had—as we all do—I admired her dignity and her sense of duty and service.
James Corden on his show last night had a nice piece about her:
She was Britain's longest-reigning monarch, ruling for 70 years. She once promised her people, five years before she actually became queen, "My whole life, whether it be long or short, shall be devoted to your service," and that's exactly what she did.
Had her uncle not abdicated the throne when Elizabeth was 10, it is unlikely she would have been queen at all. But once he did, Elizabeth's father became king, and when he died of cancer in 1952, Elizabeth fulfilled her royal duty and ended up having a reign that coincided with 15 British prime ministers, 14 U.S. presidents and seven popes. She met 13 of those US presidents (Lyndon Johnson being the only one she didn't meet). I find that amazing.
My mom, whom Queen Elizabeth outlived, fondly remembered seeing her coronation on television, the first royal coronation to be televised.
Queen Elizabeth is the only ruling monarch of Britain that I have ever known. It will be weird not having her here anymore.
This is King Charles's first official speech as king, where he talks about his mother:
I'm glad she is with her Philip again and at rest after a long and, in my eyes, largely successful reign. I knew this day would come eventually, but I still feel sadness over the loss of this great and dignified woman.