The Queen’s coffin began it’s journey to Edinburgh today, and massive earthquakes have hit Papua New Guinea and parts of Indonesia. It’s also the anniversary of 9/11. It certainly seems like a day to reflect.
Me and Helen were walking our dogs when the Queen died. Helen checked her phone when we got home and told me the news. Only a few days prior, we’d been in London and visited Buckingham Palace. We were in London to see the Taylor Hawkins tribute show at Wembley Stadium, which was a solemn yet celebratory event, featuring rock and pop legends like Paul McCartney, Nile Rogers, Brian May, Roger Taylor, and many more. The show was amazing. It was as if Dave Grohl was trying to invoke the spirit of Taylor Hawkins with the aid of 90,000 fans in order to hold onto it long enough for Taylor to know how much he was loved. And when it was over, the grief poured out of Wembley.
The next day, me and Helen took a walk around Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens to admire the parakeets. While there we found a lost dog called Hoover and reunited him with his owners, so it’s been quite a week. I think September will live long in the memory. And now it’s a peaceful Sunday afternoon. This weekends football games have been postponed out of respect for the Queen, and there is calm in the environment around me, so I’m about to take the rest of the day off and pick up my copy of Dark Is The Grave by TG Reid. I highly recommend it.
Peace and Love.
Pete
14:04, September 11th, 2022.
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