Queen Elizabeth has died. She passed away on September 8th, 2022 at Balmoral Castle. It has taken me some time to write this post as I wasn’t sure what to write. Then I remembered this is my place in history and for me to look back on my life and events that happened throughout it. So I decided to write about my reactions that day.
The day the Queen died
On the morning of September 8th, my mom had an appointment at the hospital. I dropped her off and found a church down the street to park at while I waited for her. I opened up CBC’s website to check on the news of the day and the first thing I saw was that Queen Elizabeth was sick.
From Buckingham Palace
Following further evaluation this morning, The Queen’s doctors are concerned for Her Majesty’s health and have recommended she remain under medical supervision. The Queen remains comfortable and at Balmoral.
In the CBC article, they mentioned Queen Elizabeth was being kept comfortable. I knew what this meant. I texted my mom “I don’t think the Queen will be with us this time tomorrow”
When we got home I went to take a nap but it was not happening. I found myself refreshing BBC News and Twitter. Then I felt it in my gut. Queen Elizabeth was no longer with us. Still, there was nothing on the news but I just knew it was coming. I came downstairs and turned the on the news on TV and kept refreshing BBC on my phone.
The announcement came. London Bridge had fallen. Queen Elizabeth was no longer here on Earth. I won’t lie. I cried and spent the rest of the day watching coverage on TV.
To add a little bit of laughter to this post, when my 15-year-old son got home I asked him if he heard Queen Elizabeth had died. He told me yes, he learned that history happened while sitting in history class. He then proceeded to sing London Bridge Has Fallen Down.