A Promise with Destiny Kept
We never forget where we were when we heard the news that changes everything, turns the world upside down, and makes us take pause, if for no other reason than to figure out why the event in question touches us so deeply.
I was listening to a news program on the radio while getting ready to leave the house for the day, and a formal announcement was shared from Balmoral Castle in Scotland that Queen Elizabeth II was under medical supervision.
It was an odd announcement, in my thinking. She was ninety-six, had slowed down considerably over the past couple of years, even sitting out some of the festivities during her Platinum Jubilee, making her the only British Monarch to celebrate seventy years of service to people in the United Kingdom, the Realms and the Commonwealth.
She did appear on the balcony during the final day, so everything had to be alright. Or was it? It wasn’t, and news of her passing on September 8th quickly spread around the world.
I am saddened by the death of Queen Elizabeth II. While I don’t have a connection to the United Kingdom or the Commonwealth, London is my favorite city in the world and I have (still in present tense with this) the greatest respect and admiration for Her Majesty.
When I left the house that morning, the news was that doctors had Queen Elizabeth under…
