Today Queen Elizabeth II was laid to rest. If you’re not into the Monarchy, the United Kingdom, or a sense of duty, you’re going to want to skip this post.
I’m an Anglophile. I write some Royalty into my books and stories. Those characters aren’t always perfect, but most are in the Society (a steampunk spy organization) and work for the “greater good”.
Her Majesty wasn’t perfect. She inherited a crown her uncle didn’t want and from her father who didn’t live long enough to make an impression. But she certainly did. Making it from birth after World World I, to living as a jeep mechanic in World War II, to becoming a young queen, accepting a mountain of public duties, marrying and raising children amid a rapidly changing and modernized world, to becoming the only Monarch to make it to their Platinum Jubilee.
There are those that will say she was born with a silver spoon. But those that know better, say that she was born into a life of service.
She met many personal and professional challenges, watching the dissolution of family marriages and the death of Princess Diana, and the slow evolution of UK affiliated countries choosing their independence over her sovereignty. Just two days before her death, she visited with the new UK PM, smiling and still walking at age 96.
I say she has earned her eternal rest. God save the Queen on her final journey.
As always, thank you for reading,