Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II has died. May she rest in peace. And may her son, King Charles III, be blessed and follow in her footsteps.
A woman who has worked so hard, and taken service as her watchword for so long has left us. Her son, who was passionate about the countryside and environment long before it was fashionable and has worked through agencies such as The Prince’s Trust to try and make lives better, now has to step into her place, whether he would or not.
As a UK citizen and a human being, I am saddened, lost and feeling adrift. As a writer, I recognise the cold relentless logic of the succession to the Crown. As a realist, I recognise that the country will be full of confusion and complicated feelings at a time that is already trying. As an unimportant person, I ask that people are kind to each other as a pillar of the foundation of our country is shaken.
I am a small, insignificant member of the realm. I still send my deepest, sincerest condolences and my prayers. May Her Majesty rest in peace. God Save the King.
