As the sun begins to set in the desert southwest, it has not yet begun to rise in England. And yet, the day begins as ours ends. I have spent much of the last 10 days in reflection on a memorial that I have been working on for over nearly a decade. And in that time period, I find that there is nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said, there is no tribute I can make that hasn’t already been made. The day she passed, I tried. And someday, I will complete that tribute, and how, without ever meeting her, she affected me in many deep and personal ways, often without me knowing about it. It wasn’t until the last several years that I realized just how much she did so.
We’ve heard from those closest to Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, those who knew her best, her family and those that worked directly with her and for her. We’ve heard her history, and her lifelong dedication to her duty, rather than to herself. We’ve heard how she modernized the monarchy, and how she was, perhaps, one of the greatest guardians of history to ever live.
We’ve watched the tributes pouring in from around the world, and people from all races, nationalities and faiths giving respect to a woman who wasn’t born to lead, but when the time came, she took the job gracefully and gave her whole life, down to the very end, for not just her country and commonwealth, but for the entire world. We’ve watched history in the making as her family gave her honors not seen ever before.
In the next 24 hours, the final ceremonies will be performed, and she will be laid to rest. I cannot add anything further to what has already been said, save this:
Rest Well, Warrior. Your work here is done.
Blessed Be.
The Warriors Den 