18 years ago today I remember where I was when Princess Diana was killed. Do you?
I was 9 months pregnant and I had the pregnancy insomnia. I had been up watching TV since about 1 am Eastern time. Back then there wasn't really anything on other than the 24 hour news channels so that's what I watching. All of the sudden 'BREAKING NEWS' alerted and they start talking about the car crash that the Princess was in. I gasped in horror, this is horrible news. No No No. Then a few minutes later they came back and said she had passed away. I cannot even begin to tell you the loss I felt.
Clearly, I never met Princess Di, however, we were close in age and like her I had my 'heir and the spare'. We knew baby #2 was a boy. She had married an older man, so did I, she had a less than perfect marriage, so did I. She was a swimmer, so was I. She was a shy child, hard to believe, but so was I. She had the means to do things I wanted to do and still would love to do. She helped others and traveled the world educating people on various horrors of the world. She was caring, considerate, loving and above all, loved her beloved's more than life itself. As I sat there, talking to beloved #2 and patting my huge stomach, I cried for her, I cried for her sons. I couldn't imagine the pain they were having to bear at such a young age. Even now it's heartbreaking to think of.
I'm sure that Princess Diana is quite proud of her sons and thankfully Prince Charles redeemed himself with her passing. It appears he has stepped up and became the father they needed.
Life really is that short people. As I stated in my last blog about my friend, you just never know when your last day, minute, second really is. Please be nice to others, and yourself. We all have bad days, but remember, so does everyone else.
Kiss Kiss Hug Hug....smooches.
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