Talking to my mum (who has been quite emotional about this) has been quite fascinating, She still remembers the day King George VI died and, how as a young girl, she and a lot of her school pals were invited to a well-to-do family home to watch Elizabeth’s coronation on their newly acquired television.
Although Charles has lost his own mother, I’m particularly thankful to still have mine and hope that she goes on to watch the next coronation on her very own HD TV. And perhaps this is the crux of the matter - that a family, beyond all the pomp and circumstance, has lost a much loved member - and that, unfortunately, is something we can or will all relate to one day.
Although not much of a royal watcher myself, I have found the last few days strangely getting to me and have been fascinated by the emerging anecdotes from those that met her and the affection they had for her. A particular favourite story of mine related to her deep love of horses and how she became quite fond of the shetland pony mascot of the Royal Regiment of Scotland, and of how she always asked after the health of the ‘wee man’. This affection didn’t stop her scolding the pony when it tried to make a meal of some flowers she had been presented with.
Times have changed a lot under the late queen but emotions stay the same.