I am not sure how I will write this, because the event has caught me off guard and now I am still recovering from the lack of north I am facing, now that her Majesty is gone. I can only say, in the words of the wise queen "grief is the price we pay for love". And I had much admiration and love towards the sovereign that did not need me, but I needed her, to look up, to have on Earth a beacon of dignity, of decency, of balance. I must not shed many tears or cause much noise, for she wouldn't want that, like my grandfather, she was not fond of dramatic performances and such fuss. We must remember her as the remarkable woman that tied the United Kingdom together in an era of tremendous turbulence. An era where the evil of socialism stalks each and every place, ever so menacing, ever so violent, threatening to tear Brittania apart, as it did with the empire, as it did with many of the minds of its people, rootening them into nihilism, into cynicism. Her Majesty represented a force opposed to that one, a force of goodness, peace, quiet stability. She embodied that in her wonderful outfits, her snap sense of humor, and her love for animals, such as the beloved Corgis and the racing horses. Britain lost the only constant that they had in their lives, a woman that was supposed to rule forever, unfortunately had to pass through the rainbow bridge into heaven, to be reunited with her beloved, waiting on the gates of such bridge. I know we must go on business as usual, as another one of my heroes, Mrs. Thatcher would say. Ignoring the cynics who mock our grief, our deep sorrowness. I don't even know if this word exist, I apologize, what I know is that... business as usual, even if life is not the same without you here. It reminds me of the death of my own dear grandfather, who passed away almost two years ago, now. Farewell to the one who represented the commonwealth of nations united in English language and culture, former glorious british empire where the sun never set, where borders did not meet its end, for even the waves were tamed by the transoceanic ships, that exist no more. What else is there to say?
It is remarkable how she united us all... foreigners such as myself, british folk of every different political spectrum. We all mourn her that once was this inquisitive girl, quiet but lovely, that went through to turn a duty heavier than even the Earth, into something that seemed so... durable, stable, and this only happened because of her, for she faced many storms, as Helen Mirren said on her Oscar acceptance speech for her stupendous role as The Queen. Helen understood the magnificence of Elizabeth, I understand that, always did, and I hope those who mock her understand that eventually. I would also like to offer our new Majesty, King Charles III, my humblest of best regards, and may he endure, making the institution go on. And I leave here a piece of soundtrack present on the magnificent movie Helen Mirren portrayed our Majesty. It is a suiting way of ending this homage, this painful post, that nevertheless needed to be written.
Flowers at Buckingham - The Queen Movie Soundtrack
I see you all again real soon, like Lady Thatcher said, I will repeat, we must go business as usual.
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