Yesterday a very old lady lost the man she had loved for over 80 years, her rock, the one who had stood by her side through unimaginable highs and lows. His Royal Highness Prince Philip, Duke Of Edinburgh, passed away at Windsor Castle. A nation went into mourning and accolades and tributes flooded in from all corners of the globe, from world leaders and celebrities far and wide.
His life touched the lives of many. He was a war hero whose actions saved the lives of colleagues during World War Two. His charitable work and patronage of over 800 organisations has bolstered many worthy causes. A life of duty and service was underpinned by a steely resolve and quirky sense of humour that sometimes got him into trouble.
The trolls are nothing if not consistent. Within seconds of his death being announced by Buckingham Palace they gleefully emerged from under their online stones, desperate to mock and besmirch his life and contribution. I’m no massive royalist but, as I’ve got older, I’ve developed a respect for the Queen and her husband and, more importantly, what they epitomise. Dignity. Service. Honour.
Yes, the Royal Family have been hit by scandal but what family doesn’t have skeletons in their closets? Prince Philip may not have been the most politically correct soul but he belonged to a different age and his faux pas were more clumsy than malicious. I dare anyone to live almost a century without dropping a few verbal clangers along the way. Something about people in glass houses…
If the best you can do is is go online and anonymously abuse the death of a 99 year old man who you didn’t know then maybe you have a few issues closer to home. Why not take a look in the mirror. Are you alright? Why are you so angry all the time? Is there something you need to talk about? In the meantime me and the rest of the human race will get on just fine without you. Let me know when you want to rejoin us.