It happened. Queen Elizabeth passed away. Prince Charles is now King Charles.
And I feel a little lost. She was crowned 10 months before I was born. In a world where everything changes, she was a constant. No matter what happened, Elizabeth was the Queen.
And now the earth has shifted a little.
Even when I (all of us) were expecting it, when the news broke it felt like a physical blow to the chest. I somehow didn't think it would actually happen.
I miss Bob.
How's that for a segue? Bob's gone. He has been for 2 1/2 years. And yet, I still carry him with me. I can hear his voice. I can feel him standing behind me. I have my memories. But the kicker is that we stopped making new memories. Stopped sharing things.
In Bob's world, Queen Elizabeth is still alive. So is Alex Trebek. And the cats Wilhelm, Nazgul, Apache, and Tula. He doesn't know how bad or how strange Covid got (how could a virus become political). He doesn't know about George Floyd, or the Black Lives Matter movement. He doesn't know about the January 6 insurrection. Or that a ship got stuck in the Suez canal, Russia invaded Ukraine, or that climate change seems to have hit a tipping point
He doesn't know that the bedroom ceiling fell in, or that I had to get the AC and the front deck replaced. Or that the old shed collapsed and I had it torn down and hauled off. That Rob and Jeff moved to Tennessee. He doesn't know that I bought a battery lawnmower and put it together myself.
For 48 years we shared everything. For the last 2 1/2 we have shared nothing. And sometimes it hits home.
I'll miss the Queen. I am so glad that my final memory of her was that of her and Paddington Bear having tea.
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