Not sure where to go with my feelings. I am so sad that less than 3 months after the death of the most incredible woman to live during my lifetime, the very things she devoted her life to - family and duty - seem so ignored and underrated. I have often wondered how the young girl, Elizabeth, felt when suddenly at age 10 the course of her whole life changed and it was largely due to the abdication of her uncle, not by her own choice, that she sat on the throne for 70 years. We understand that her uncle, Edward, was the more popular of the two brothers with Albert, a nervous child, often ill, with a stutter and yet he bravely accepted the throne in the place of his more charismatic brother. How either of them felt about this huge change of plan, we don't know but we do know Elizabeth on her 21st birthday stated "I declare before you all that my whole life, whether it be long or short, shall be devoted to your service and the service of our great imperial family to which we all belong". Few will ever argue against her constancy, stability, sense of duty, devotion and direction. She held things together and taught several generations the importance of history, tradition and duty. During times of great personal turmoil and social change, her beloved family was centre stage, and aside from her most telling comment "1992 is not a year on which I shall look back with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of my more sympathetic correspondents - It has turned out to be a "Annus Horribills" she held it together. We know she was working up to the day of her death, after how many prime ministers, and I have read that they soon learned you had better have read the documents of the day because she always had". Change and progress is good and so we move forward but I am so blessed to have occupied this planet at the same time as her.