Entry 188
Cultural event
22/4
Greatpapa's funeral the past Monday continues to make waves in our family. Gran demanded that the mourning period end before my birtday. Somehow, to me, it didn't seem right that we should all have to put away our grief to celebrate me, but I'm grateful for Gran's compassion.
A photo has got viral from the funeral of me comforting Gran. We both have tears in our eyes but she's clearly leaning much of her bodyweight on me. It's been accompanied with captions and headlines that make me rather uncomfortable. "England's Heart Consoles Mourning Queen", "Queen Vicky Crushed, Prince Sebastian Her Rock", "Prince Sebastian Soul of the Royal Family?", and the one I hate most, "Human After All."
It is admittedly a very strange and uncomfortable place, being in the black place of mourning while celebrating my birthday and moving into St. James's Palace. This strange place of being so -- lost -- without this guiding post we've always had. I feel like I'm striking out on my own. I would love some of Greatpapa's advice.
I miss him so much
