The funeral procession accompanied the historic gun carriage carrying the Queen’s coffin from Westminster Abbey through the streets of London in great poise, before her final place of rest in St George’s Chapel, in her last journey through the heart of the city. People stood on both sides of the path bidding a final goodbye to their Queen. And the statue of her first prime minister, Sir Winston Churchill, stood with pride, watching the Queen passing by as she completed her run and kept her faith in her journey that upheld the Crown and her Oath before God. And that marks the end of an era in British history—the Elizabethan Era.
RIP Her Majesty The Queen.
As I’ve been watching live on BBC, the procession progressing to its final destination, I find myself profoundly lost in my thoughts. Keeping apart all the history and mystery, the grandiosity and scandals of monarchy, I see one true thing common to all, for a king and the commoner, and that is death. Because life, is not about what we have, but how we live it. And for death, there is no choice. So what matters is what we did when we lived.
Did we live a good life?
Did we love our fellow beings?
Did we find true happiness and satisfaction in all that we are and all that we have?
Did we forgive those who wronged us?
Did we do good deeds for people to remember us even when we are gone?
Above all, did we keep our faith?
It is indeed difficult to make others speak good about us even when we are very much alive. Keeping that aside, do you think we will be able to say, like Paul the Apostle, who wrote near the end of his life, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.”
I’ll leave you to ponder on it.
Much love ❤️ God bless
~ Chinchu Gibu