I am sorry for your loss.
The death of Queen Elizabeth II fascinated the whole world. As expected. What fascinated me was thinking of all the other people who died that day. That week. Today.
Both my grandmothers died tragic and traumatic deaths. They were both incredible women. They deserved so much more than they got at the end. They died too young and too painfully. They didn’t get to 96. Barely anyone really does. In their short lives they suffered more than I have the capability to comprehend. They didn’t get to lie in a castle peaceful and comfortable or surrounded by family.
It is only “natural” in the way our society works that this is what the Queen’s death would look like. Of course it gets the attention, the crowds, the days long mourning, the weeping people on the street etc. And yet, even though it is expected it is a little bit wrong. So many people pass away every day. To their families and friends they are the most important thing, they are so valuable and worthy. When I watch the carrying on after the Queen’s passing, I think of the people who died that evening who had no family around them. Those who will not even have a stone to mark their grave because they cannot afford it. How can it be that these things exist in such proximity?
When I watch the news with the non-stop coverage of her procession I think about all the “ordinary” people. Those who died during the pandemic, isolated and with no human touch at the end. Those who died bravely fighting disease with everything they had, desperate to stay with their families. Those who died too young and their families grieving while the world grieves. All the people dying in mass disasters in countries that neither the royal family nor anyone else ever even grants a thought to. I also think about my grandmothers.
Society is unequal. In Britain and everywhere around the world. The Queen’s death illustrated that to me in a way I wasn’t expecting. It is unequal in life and most certainly also in death. As if her life was worth more than anyone else’s. We should mourn her because death is sad and a family has lost a loved one. But she should not be mourned more than the others and their families. The fact that she is, is sad in its own way.