The multi-day event has been systematically divided into six parts with my thoughts and feelings meticulously documented.
1 In loving memory of Her Majesty!
2 The Crown can never be Headless!
3 Home, for one last time!
4 The Grand Preparation!
5 Goodbye Buckingham, Goodbye Home!
6 The Acceptance!
In loving Memory of Her Majesty!
I woke up from an afternoon nap that left me with a headache. Although I don't typically nap during the day, working long shifts for the past three days caused me to doze off. Upon checking my phone, I received a message from a dear friend who lives in the States that made my heart race. "Is it true that the queen has passed away?"
I spent the next few hours visiting various news sites and scanning the news. The overwhelming emotions that I experienced were unknown to me. To clear my head, I went for an evening walk. Everywhere I looked, there were images of her majesty, which made the atmosphere feel solemn and left me feeling restless.
Then it dawned upon me; an aspiring journalist, the biggest story ever, the overwhelmed feeling, made a connection. Instantly, checking my account, the weekly wage coming on Friday was mentioned there. I got my strength, booked the tickets for the next day and departed to London to document this photo series.
The Crown can never be Headless!
After the queen's demise, the first order of business is to proclaim the new monarch. The former Prince of Wales Charles has now succeeded as King Charles III. On Sep 10th, after the official proclamation of the new monarch, the flags were put at full mast for over 24 hours before flowing back to half mast. The once Buckingham Palace, home to the queen for 70 years, was now His official home. The Queen served the Crown till her last breath and now it was his duty. No time to grieve his beloved mother, the priority is to take on her legacy.
Home, for one Last Time!
It was my third day witnessing these moments. The time was half past three, the skies were grey, and it was pouring down heavily. The crowd was slowly increasing. The whole atmosphere was very sombre often interrupted by the passing evening traffic. The Queen was coming back to her capital. And for the one last time to her home, to her Buckingham Palace.
After lying in state at St. Giles Cathedral, Edinburgh, the Queen's coffin left for Edinburg airport, with the RAF Globemaster C17 taking off at 6 pm and landing in RAF Northolt around 7 pm. Police from all over the UK were stationed in London. They have been doing very long and tiring shifts. While interacting with one of the officers, I asked how tiring it might be to stand for so long. His reply was if I am standing, so are you. We all are here for her. It is for her majesty. It showed me the admiration the people had for their queen, and the zest of it was visible in each face present in the crowd.
In absolute silence, the only noise that could be heard was rain and the occasional passing of the police bikes. In my words, I could describe the feeling as a tear-drop. For much of the Brits and the world, she was the only monarch known. Everybody in actuality knew that this day will come, but nobody anticipated seeing this day. She was a symbol of stability and constant for the British and most people admired her as a motherly figure. I was looking forward to a much sombre moment when she will finally pass, maybe some crying. I was a little tense that the capturing sound of my camera might upset someone, but what I witnessed next shook me.
As the roaring sound of BMW bikes of the Metropolitan Police Special Escort Group was heard, the signal was loud and clear that their beloved queen was coming. The once silent crowd erupted into claps and cheers turning the whole atmosphere into a spectacular grand welcome. It dawned on me that this moment was not lugubrious. Yes, the crowd was sad that the queen died, but they were celebrating her remarkable life. The queen was returning to her palace for the very last time, and it should be a grand one. 'Hip Hip hurray', the crowd was clapping and cheering.
On a very personal note, I was shaken from the core by what I just witnessed. My initial impression of the whole scenario was very different. I was expecting a very solemn atmosphere when the queen will pass. But I was wrong. It showed me the power of a personality known by every living individual. She used to say, 'I have to be seen to be believed.' And that day I saw her, physically she was in her coffin but her aura was reflected in every eye present in that crowd.
The love the people showered on her that day made me realise, maybe this is what we try to achieve in life; requisite respect and admiration at the very end. It is difficult to say about everyone, but I have that desire hidden somewhere inside me and witnessing that event might have triggered that emotion. 'You all right?' The voice of the officer standing near me stopped the crowd chanting 'Hip Hip Hurray' in my head. 'I'm good, Thankyou', was my reply and I just walked away from that place.
The Grand Preparation!
Goodbye Buckingham, Goodbye Home!
As the rain stopped, the clouds started dispersing to make way for the rays. The Buckingham started illuminating as the sun shined. It was at its regal best to commemorate the royal procession for the queen. It will be her final departure from her home, bidding her adieu.
The Acceptance!