Duty – a moral or legal obligation; a responsibility; a task or action that one is required to perform as part of one’s job; the binding or obligatory force of something that is morally or legally right; service or work that is required by one’s religion, job, position or the laws.
Queen Elizabeth II died in her Scottish home, Balmoral Castle, this morning New Zealand time, Thursday afternoon there.
Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor was third in line to the throne until her uncle’s abdication thrust the monarchy onto her father.
She was Queen, she was also a wife and, since last year, a widow.
The burdens of private grief, public duty and the difficulties imposed by Covid restrictions were summed up by Charlie Mackesy’s depiction of Prince Phillip’s funeral.
She was also a mother, grandmother and great grandmother who, at least publicly, bore the trials of her family with dignity and restraint.
She was Queen for 70 years, our longest-serving monarch who exemplified dedication, duty and service.
She was compassionate.
She also had a delightful sense of humour.
Grief at her death is both public, and private.
She earned world-wide admiration and she has earned her rest.
A very slight personal link – my parents met on a blind date to a Coronation Ball.