âBut, soft! methinks I scent the mourning air; Brief let me be.â
There was a certain logic in the public display of grief when Princess Diana died. The Royal Family do represent something iconic to us. We are âsubjectsâ, like it or not. That Diana was accorded the same display of public emotion when she died as we normally display when the Monarch dies was not totally unexpected. A lot of people felt strongly that she had been wrongly removed from her position as future Queen.
The display of flowers? â Flowers are a traditional offering at funerals, originally to mask the smell of the decaying corpse, but a tradition all the same.
When Baby âPâ died, the anger whipped up by the media over yet another baby dying whilst under the watchful eye of the Social Services, exploded in another display of flowers â and Teddy Bears. The death of a child in the community has historically been mourned by those outside of the immediate family, especially when he has been brutally killed by an âoutsiderâ. We could still follow the logic.
From these events followed the tradition of âface-bookâ tribute pages, slightly confusing, for the âgriefâ was now to be shared by total strangers along with the school friends and other too young or too busy to attend the service.
We are in new territory now, for the Swindon Advertiser reports that apparently âthousands of âSâ shaped balloons being released into the skyâ is âthe send off that the country had come to expectâ.
Why would the country âexpectâ that one tragic death should be marked in this way rather than any other tragic death? Who selected Sian OâCallaghan as the poster girl of âtragic deathsâ? Why not Joanna Yeates or any other murder victim? Did she not die âtragicallyâ?
Not 10 miles away from the âthousands of peopleâ packing the Swindon stadium to stand in two minutes respectful silence, applaud the newly renamed Sian as âSwindonâs Angelâ wildly, and then express their love for someone they didnât know:
âIt was an amazing turn out, the sky looked lush with all the lanterns and balloons.
âI didnât know Sian but she was loved by so many people.â
Another two corpses passed by unnoticed. Two corpses that were equally described as having died âtragicallyâ by the same paper. At RAF Lyneham, the bodies of Major Matthew Collins and Lance Sergeant Mark Burgan were making their way home, untroubled by âSâ shaped balloons, or the âunder-12 football teamâ wearing black armbands, children lighting candles, or thousands of strangers sending lanterns into the lush night sky.
Their family will mourn them, their regiment will mourn them, and their friends will mourn them.
They were, in their way, as iconic as Princess Diana, they represented all of us.
They, of course, didnât die making their way home un-chaperoned at 3am from a âgirlâs night outâ. Their death didnât command front page news.
âHundreds of peopleâ may line their route just ten miles away, but âthousandsâ will not brave the cold night air to express their love for someone they did not know.
They hit a roadside bomb in Afghanistan, on patrol, on behalf of us all.
Nothing for the media to see, move along thereâ¦â¦