Hello, noni. I don't remember you, but I rarely post anymore either. I offer my sympathies.
When my mother died, several years ago, I felt similarly to you. We had had a not-so-warm relationship. Strangely, after she died, I saw her in a dream. In the dream, she was young and beautiful and was wearing a white robe and was glowing. I was fascinated because I knew she was dead. She then turned to the wall, put her forehead against her raised forearm, and cried and cried. It was a very vivid dream, and I can't forget it. In the dream, I started walking toward her to ask what she was so upset about, and I then woke up without getting to talk to her. Somehow, I think she was really there, and really sorry about our almost constant conflict.
I felt very sorry about the queen's death, too, but, after all, she was 96 years old. I considered her a gracious and humble person, given that she had such a privileged life.
Best wishes.