@IgorBelykh 12 September 2022 more from that month

Why do we value person only after he/she leave this world? Thinking about why so many people are so hooked on the death of the British #Queen. During her lifetime, I don't remember anyone writing anything about loving her, or writing anything at all. It's like Canada or Australia. Yes, but they don't talk about it. Because there is nothing. Who is the Queen of Britain for us? Indeed, in essence, this figure is completely flat, grotesque, devoid of many human details - an intimate personal life, character traits, addictions, weaknesses, sins, misdeeds, heroes, and excesses. This is such a neutrality to which you can transfer whatever you want. Template, brand, picture, symbol. What do we know about her, and how much of what we know is true and not fiction? This is such an unconditionally good character, a good girl, an example for many. The world was much more worried about other members of the royal family - Diana, Charles, the Prince and Princess and their actions, especially misconduct. But neither the Queen read anything about her in the posts of her friends. However, as soon as she disappears, it immediately turns out that her life, it turns out, and death, respectively, too - touched almost everyone. Like the theory of six handshakes. On a day when news bulletins in the country, if you read and watch them, report (or are silent) about hundreds of deaths, the departure of a figure far from our lives has become of interest to many. Why? I see in this the desire of society to express grief, a normal, human desire to grieve over something that is not customary to mourn now. About death. About leaving. About the finiteness of human life, and women's life - especially. This is grief that you can afford to express, to say openly - I'm sad, and that will be fine. Sad. That the world of pink unicorns and world peace - along with peace in our country - also ended. I see in this sorrow for the lost kinship, brotherhood, the desire to be equal with all people, the entire planet. To be near, on the pulse, one blood. When we were brothers, not enemies. Moreover, in my opinion, the Queen is a figure of power, which in our country - sorry, in my opinion, but not. Well, who could it be ... especially a woman, one, two, three ... remember, oh, alas, there are none! This is such a great universal grandmother, mother, aunt, who was, is and will be. Something indestructible like borscht, egg and onion patties, well, just - in this case - pudding and oatmeal, sir. This is a figure of strength, a support, a core, which many do not have now. Something for which you can hold on, admire, love and, after leaving, grieve. The era is gone, I read, among friends. What era? Our era - stability, beauty, friendship, sorry, has gone much earlier. And he continues to leave every day, step by step... Simply, I think that our bygone era did not have a symbol. She, the era, fell apart, crumbled, went into the shadows somehow imperceptibly. Against the backdrop of covid, sanctions, repressions, special operations... While we were arguing what is possible and what is not, she left. And our heart is broken. And for her, for the era, they grieve a little. It was not accepted, it was indecent. They argued more, cursed, poked each other with a stick. And death, especially not a close person, it turns out that it can reconcile many, and those - and these. This is such a legalized opportunity to remember again that something good unites us. Sympathy, love, friendship. When you can calmly say - I'm sorry, I mourn. And I mourn. And I. We mourn. We are sad. Let's get together... And no one will judge. It's safe to be sad. It's like autumn, the change of seasons. Summer is gone. Honestly, I am very sad for world peace. In the era of great interest and respect for life and the opinions and rights of friends in social networks, when we came here like home. I'm sad. This summer is gone. The era is gone. I miss, I burn. Because you won't get back. For what is not customary to mourn. Am I sad for the Queen? No. I didn't know anything about her. However, I respect your grief, it seems to me that it is correct. She talks about... you know what? ABOUT THAT WE ARE ALL PEOPLE, PEOPLE. WE ARE LIVE, WE ARE STILL ALIVE! WE ARE GOOD! We may experience sadness, grief, and pain. We are in pain, so we are alive. We are sad - it means we are good. Sensitive. Warm. We don't care yet. And I don't care. © CryptoGuru