By now, yousa国际传媒檝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.
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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.
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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 Nanasa国际传媒檚 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 donsa国际传媒檛 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 didnsa国际传媒檛 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 armsa国际传媒檚 length away. I froze. She said sa国际传媒渉ellosa国际传媒�. I bowed my head and said sa国际传媒渉ello, Your Majesty.sa国际传媒�
Nana listened proudly as I recounted the tale, though she didnsa国际传媒檛 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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