Like the deaths of each of our leaders, Queen Elizabeth II’s is cause for contemplation of life and legacy. More than trauma, the Queen’s death is poignant and culture-changing. Her life was well-lived. She was well-loved. Even her death was only a few hours after a time of handing over power from one PM to another, foreshadowing her own segment of the relay race of regal service passed to her son Charles.
When I lived in Scotland from ages five years to ten years old, one day our class in our navy uniforms, went out onto the roadside to wave our tiny flags to the Queen as she passed by waving from her car. She gave our world a feeling of rightness, of being cared for, like a second mother. In her death, as I watch all of the events and tributes in the media, my mind wanders to the death of Princess Diana, Pres. John Kennedy, and of my own dear mother. Prayers rise from emotions for us all. God keep our world. You hold us. You held the Queen. Help us to also be faithful to your calling.
Some of us know our legacy. Some of us will only find out the value and extent of our influence, when we shall see face to face. Our world divides again into those who desire to work for the common good and those who react only into escapism.
I have to say, that it seemed like it would be a blessing to the Scottish people that the Queen died in their land.
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