A Tribute to a Queen



This week the sad news arrived that the Queen had died.

She was regal and elegant, beautiful and proud. The Queen was a spectacular beauty, who rose to the throne not because of her parentage but because of her beauty and personality. She fitted the bill. She had the right size and shape, the right markings and showed a good temperament. She was the Chosen one.

Imagine being the Chosen One and the Queen rolled into one beautiful body with a personality that shined bright like a diamond.  Who could not love the Queen?

The Queen then did her duty for many years. She was a beautiful mum to her babies. These little ones went on to give joy, love and hope to many many people.  Sadly some of her babies won't grow up to remember her beauty, her warmth and the intimate feel of her.  They have been denied the physical bond of her feeding them, cleaning them and cuddling them. Don't worry they are in great hands, it's just that they are missing her for who she was.

The Queen was quite shy considering her position in the world.  She was timid to new voices and sounds, almost shy. That was until she got to know you.  Then she just lit up your world. As the Queen does.  The Queen loved and adored her people.  She bought them light and love and helped them through their darkest days.  Until that dark day was when she died.

Death comes in many forms, some quick, some like the Queens needing medical help. The help she received was second to none and her family and friends were so grateful for that help. But it wasn't enough. The Queen just wasn't to be.

Death has a way of making the people around it feel so incredibly helpless. They can do so much, they can do physical things to help, they can hope, pray and do all kinds of spiritual things.  But when Death is imminent, the feeling of strength and peace is what really matters.  Imparting those feelings to the Queen fell to the people closest to her. They may never fully know how much that helped her as she went on her way across the Rainbow Bridge. 

When children grieve they grieve as they eat a packet of biscuits. They take one bit at a time, they process it, and they go back for more. When they've had enough they leave the packet on the bench with the crumbs and head out to play.  Sometimes they don't want any more and just glance at it from time to time. Adults grieve so much differently. They see it as a huge black forest torte with cream and cherries. A massive cake. And they often think they need to eat it all in one sitting, feeling that it will take them forever and they may never finish it. They can sometimes make themselves sick in the attempt.  Adults need to learn from children.  A slice of cake can be satisfying, and you can always go back for more when you're ready.

And so, the Queens children? Will they rise to the throne?  It may be too soon to tell.  What they have done and will always do forever down their genetic line is bring life and hope. They will go and give love and light to more people, they will be treasured and adored by many people. They will become special as well.  People may not remember who the Queen was, but they will remember her children, and be forever grateful to that Queen.

And the Queens people?  They will go through their grief like that packet of biscuits, bit by bit. They will cry when they are sad. They will hug her babies and remember her. They will go to her grave and place flowers. They will hug each other.

Above all they will remember the Queen forever in their hearts.


Rest in Peace Queen Shante


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  1. UnknownNovember 1, 2018 at 4:28 PM

    This is amazingly beautiful! Made me choke up and tear and so perfectly right.

    Thank you so much!!! ♥️♥️♥️

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