A different kind of Monday this week. Last week saw the passing of an incredible lady, the epitome of duty and service and a fantastic example of strength and power for women everywhere. What a role model. It has felt strange since the news of The Queen’s death came out – I can’t quite put my finger on what it is, but something about the constant that has been there throughout so many times of uncertainty, suddenly being gone too, is a little unsettling. I’m listening to the radio as I write, and it seems I’m not alone in this feeling. So why am I writing about it today, and under this heading? Twofold really, I think I wanted to acknowledge this monumental occasion, and write something that I could look back on. The other reason? This one is going to take a little more explaining (and a few more words – bear with me, I’ll get there…)
This weekend, we took a trip to Bury St Edmunds for a little bit of a wander. As we walked around the town centre, I noticed that almost every shop had a portrait of the Queen displayed in the window. A myriad of photographs – from her younger days, right up to more recent images from the Jubilee celebrations. We stopped at one window, where there was a huge framed photograph – my oldest daughter spotted it at 100 paces as it had been embellished to make the tiara and necklace all sparkly. Then she said something that made me realise why my job is important: “Mummy, isn’t it great that there are so many photographs of the Queen, so that her family can remember her and all the happy times that they had together”. *Gulp*. Well – that gave me a lump in my throat! She’s absolutely right though – there is a reason that people say if their house was on fire, the things they would grab first are their photographs. Photographs are our living memories, and when we lose them, we feel like we have lost part of our lives. I see posts on social media from people that lose their phones, and the primary reason that they want them found? Because they have all of their photographs on them, and they haven’t got them anywhere else. The moral of this story? Print them, show them off! Don’t keep them locked away on your phone or a USB. Photographs are made to be seen – so take them, print them, put them somewhere you can see them. It doesn’t matter if they are wonky, or you’ve cut someone’s arm off in the frame – these are the images that document our lives, and when we are gone, they give our families something to, in the words of my very wise 6 year old: remember the happy times together.
May she rest in peace, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. 1926 – 2022