It all felt other-worldly and sad, but if I am honest with myself, I didn’t feel caught up in the collective mourning of the nation as we now remember it. If anything, the grieving crowds outside the palaces pushed me away from being a part of it. I found these people mourning a woman they had never met like she was their own parent so strange and incongruous that I struggled to identify with what was going on. I didn’t feel it was the week I had learned how to cry for the first time. I had cried plenty of times, often at far less tragic events than this, it has to be said.
