Global Synergy, in the passing
of HM Queen Elizabeth II, is astonishing; and at a time when there are many
other worldly disasters taking place; Pakistan is under water. Wildfires cast their fiery destruction all
over the world. The list is truly ad
infinitum.
Disasters, like grief, know no
boundaries; religion, real estate, social standing means naught.
This sweet, dear 96-year-old
great-grandmother was my first real boss.
As an airman in the RAF, I wore her crown in the hat on my head for 12
years. To be fair, the latter years it
was usually on my car rear window’s shelf; such was my youthful rebellious
self. But it was always available to
grab when you needed to go to SHQ.
Except there was this one day when I reached for it and it was heavier
than normal, having been filled with lead shot weight. This made it hard to wear correctly on your
head due to gravity. It was my fault
because I’d superglued the lid on my mate’s lunch box forcing him to cut into
it to get his sandwiches that lunchtime.
He decided afterwards he would cut into my beret. But I digress.
Mine was a heavy beret for
about 20 minutes. Nothing in comparison
to the weight of the crown on her head for 70 years. At just 26 years old she also bore on her
shoulders, the weight of her robe, her role, her people, and her own family.
Remarkable.
Thank you, Ma’am, for your
service, your duty and for showing me the greatest lesson on how to
behave. You have shown me how to be.
May you rest in peace: And
rise in Glory
God Save The King
