God Save The King
There has been many days or times when I had wished I could be in London, walking its streets taking in the moment. July 7th, 2005, the opening of the Olympic Games in 2012 to name two.
I am no royalist, but today is another one of those days where I am kicking my heels at home with all the TV’s on.
If I could be home I know I’d feel compelled to make my way to Buckingham Palace to pay respects and to witness history. I remember I did the same after Diana’s death and got the tube to Kensington Palace after work to see the carpet of flowers left to honour her.
Today I watched on American TV, which has had blanket coverage since Thursday, the new King’s proclamation. It’s a different time but I was glued to the constitutional and ceremonial traditions.
There was a confidence and determination in King Charles III speech last night. It was moving and comforting and now time will tell what kind of modern King he will be, but I hope he still advocates some of the causes he believes in. Some of those issues he has cared about before they were even mainstream, will bring him closer to a younger population.
“And to my darling Mama, as you begin your last great journey to join my dear late Papa, I want simply to say this: Thank you. Thank you for your love and devotion to our family and to the family of nations you have served so diligently all these years.
May flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest.” 😢
God Save The King.