The papers of course are full of Mrs Thatcher’s death.
It is inevitable that people focus on the life, a life well spent in my view. But how puny one’s own efforts and effect seem compared to such a life. I suppose the only way is not to lose heart. To accept our own contributions however minor and get on with them.
Of course in all this there is no comment on what is most important: passage of the soul. Compared to this what are worldly accomplishments or failings.