By now, you乌鸦传媒檝e heard the news. Queen Elizabeth II, the longest-reigning monarch in British history, died on Thursday at the age of 96.
Her reign lasted more than 70 years, beginning in February of 1952, meaning she was the only monarch most Britons (and Canadians) had ever known.
Her loss is felt by many, and in many different ways.
CP called her a 乌鸦传媒渟ymbol of stability in a turbulent era that saw the decline of the British empire and embarrassing dysfunction in her own family.乌鸦传媒�
British Prime Minister Liz Truss, appointed by the queen just 48 hours earlier, pronounced the country 乌鸦传媒渄evastated乌鸦传媒� and called Elizabeth 乌鸦传媒渢he rock on which modern Britain was built.乌鸦传媒�
The tributes rolled in, with the prevailing sentiment being, regardless of how folks felt about the monarchy, the queen did indeed personify dignity and grace.
For me, without the queen, the institution itself doesn乌鸦传媒檛 hold much value anymore, for a variety of reasons.
But I乌鸦传媒檒l miss the phone calls.
My family on my mum乌鸦传媒檚 side is rather British.
I grew up on 乌鸦传媒楢ll in the Buses乌鸦传媒� and 乌鸦传媒楤enny Hill乌鸦传媒� and 乌鸦传媒楳onty Python乌鸦传媒�.
My Nana always had an endless supply of licorice allsorts, Lyle乌鸦传媒檚 Golden Syrup and made the best Yorkshire pudding.
When I phoned her, I didn乌鸦传媒檛 say 乌鸦传媒渉ello乌鸦传媒漮r 乌鸦传媒渉i乌鸦传媒� like a normal human, I often said 乌鸦传媒溛谘淮綑allo, 乌鸦传媒檕w乌鸦传媒檚 your budgie?乌鸦传媒� (long story).
Nana is the source of two of my three Queen Elizabeth stories.
The queen and I share a birthday, so every year on our special day, she used to call me and offer her best wishes.
As a very young man, this delighted me to no end.
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The calls delighted me more even after I figured out it was my cheeky Nana on the other end of the call, using her fine impersonation skills to convince me I was sharing a moment with a monarch.
Those calls continued well into my adulthood, until my Nana乌鸦传媒檚 passing. But I nonethless perpetuated the tradition after becoming a dad, reminding everyone in earshot that the queen now had my cellphone number and never forgot to call.
The calls may now be no more, but the joy will remain.
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Story No. 2 involving Nana and the queen (I always imagined her being a sweet grandmother like my own) I don乌鸦传媒檛 remember myself, but it took on a life of its own over the years.
When I was a toddler, Queen Elizabeth visited Victoria. Of course, my Mum and Nana had to go see her in public, with tiny me in tow. There was some sort of cannons firing or a 21-gun salute for the queen, but this made wee me cry. Nana, not missing a beat, pretended to be shot, made some funny faces and noises and, in front of hundreds of folks and visiting royalty, rolled down the hill to make me laugh. I did. Fortunately, she didn乌鸦传媒檛 get carted away.
Story No. 3: I was taking photos at the Commonwealth Games in Victoria. I was near the entrance to the stadium track when a security fellow told me to stop and remain where I was. The queen, in the back of a convertible, was on her way in. The procession stopped directly in front of me. The queen (the queen!) was basically an arm乌鸦传媒檚 length away. I froze. She said 乌鸦传媒渉ello乌鸦传媒�. I bowed my head and said 乌鸦传媒渉ello, Your Majesty.乌鸦传媒�
Nana listened proudly as I recounted the tale, though she didn乌鸦传媒檛 buy my assertation that I was invited for high tea with my new best friend after the ceremony.
RIP to the queen. I cherish the stories.
PQB News/VI Free Daily editor Philip Wolf welcomes your questions, comments and story ideas. He can be reached at 250-905-0029, via email at philip.wolf@blackpress.ca or on Twitter .
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