I think the sorrow a lot of people feel on Queen Elizabeth’s death is that, even for those of “mature” years, she was always around. I was a tiny child when she was crowned, and I’m certainly a child no more.
I think I have a memory of glancing at the TV and seeing a moment of the ceremony all those long years ago – or do I only imagine it? I also remember that just a few years later, when I was still a young child, she visited New York and even made an appearance in the area where I lived. Is that a real memory, or not?
She was a beautiful young woman, then a middle-aged one, and then an old but very intrepid one. Her predecessor in name, Queen Elizabeth I, had enormous power. But in contrast, Elizabeth II only had the symbolic power of her personal example, and she set a remarkable one.
She hardly even changed her style of clothing, and in a world of enormous change, she held on as an example of the dignity that was more common in former generations. Her demise coincides with a feeling of gloom in the Western world and for many people it augments it, if only emotionally.
Unlike many royals of old – and probably even today – her marriage was a love match. And yet she had problems with some of her offspring and that made it a tiny bit easier to identify with her, even though other aspects of her life were so singular.
Melanie Phillips voiced worry back in October:
To widespread unease, if not outright concern, the Queen has been missing some public engagements recently due to unspecified health issues…
She has also been advised to stop riding. The Queen no longer riding! The world is indeed wobbling on its axis…
Even so, these restrictions on the Queen’s activities have induced a sense of dread. At age 95, it is on everyone’s mind that she cannot go on for ever.
Yet the Queen is an irreplaceable constant in the life of the British nation. Her public appearances aren’t just the exercise of her role as the symbol of the nation. As so many feel so viscerally, she is the nation.
People feel better just for seeing her out and about with her trademark smile, a few gracious words — and trailing a cloud of insoluble mystery. With her unrivalled sense of duty, her stoicism and her emotional restraint, many see in the Queen the embodiment of a Britain whose cultural identity is inexorably fraying. Many feel in their bones that when the Queen eventually passes, Britain will just not be the same. Despite the fact that the monarchy will continue, something of infinite value will have been lost.
Now Giles [Frazier, an Anglican priest] has framed all this in spiritual terms. He sees in the Queen’s very frailty something especially precious. He acknowledges something that few realise and that is never, ever talked about in post-Christian Britain— that the British monarchy is a sacrament and that the Queen is consecrated to God.
And yesterday Phillips wrote this, probably speaking for a great many people:
It was, of course, always an inevitability, as it is for all of us. And in recent months the Queen had obviously become increasingly frail.
Nevertheless, it felt unthinkable that one day she would no longer be with us. We allowed ourselves to imagine that she would go on for ever. For so many of us this evening, this feels like a personal bereavement. Something of priceless value has been torn from us, and we feel devastated…
She held the country together because of the way she effaced herself to become the quintessence of duty and selfless service to her people, a symbol of unity and true inclusion. We watched the way she conducted her great office — her calmness, her strength, her fortitude, her kindliness, and humility — and we felt soothed and reassured that, in looking at her example, we were gazing at ourselves as a nation in the mirror she held up to us. She loved us with deep devotion, and in return we loved her.
Her son Charles, who will finally become king, simply doesn’t inspire anything remotely like the same devotion. Of course, his mother was a tough tough act to follow.