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to idolize any human, and I have
thought a long time about a tribute page to Diana.
I am not a card carrying, hard shell Baptist,
but I do sincerely believe in God and do
not want to "worship" any other.
Having said all that
.....this is just a little
rememberance of "Princess Di"
I don't know what it was about her
that caught my fancy.
Having read about Cinderella,
I have theorized that I must
still have that fairytale embeded
in my subconscious from childhood..(it was
always my favorite!) But
that couldn't rationalize me getting up at 4:30 am one hot July morning in 1980
to watch her marry Prince Charles.
Me..who treasured every last second of sleep.
And it was my off day to boot!!
I had never really cared about the "royal family" and personally thought
they were somewhat dimwitted from centuries of
keeping their bloodlines pure.
I just thought.."maybe a little
too much inbreeding".
Then all the hoopla begin about
"The Royal Wedding."
It was a boring summer,
I had children still underfoot,
I hated soap opera's and Lordy knows,
I am about the fartherest thing from a "Princess"
of anyone I know! When I saw their
interview upon being engaged,
I thought to myself..."this is
so silly, who cares about all that garbage?" I did
take note though,
that when asked if they were in love
....they both answered almost simultaneously.
She to say "of course",
he to say "whatever love is"
"Hmmph!!" I sniffed and thought
to myself, "typical man".
But then looked at her again
and saw a child.
A child much like I was at 19,
getting ready to be married -
to a man 14 years my senior.
He, who had "Been there, Done
that", and me,... immature and still believing
in.. "Happily Ever After."
My marriage lasted a little longer
than hers, but I watched her marriage fade......
much as mine had. There was a mistress
in her marriage.
Her name was Camilla. There was a mistress in my marriage also, but
with the unlikely name of "Jack Daniels".
Either way both of our husbands loved someone
more than they did us.And it hurt......terribly.
I too, was intensely jealous....doing all sorts
of crazy things to break up
their "relationship". Hope and love have a long
and painful death, until one day
you realize you have lost the war,
that indeed
you never even had a chance
of winning the battle.
I saw Diana's life paralleling
mine in some ways, and
I begin to feel a deep empathy
for her.
I followed the "goings on" in her life as my life proceeded on.
Sometimes not hearing anything about her
and not even thinking about anything
except my own existence
and emotional survival.
But I knew what she was going through.
I had now...... "Been there,
Done that."
I would be browsing
through a magazine, and would see
her picture. My heart went
out to her when I would see that sad
look in her eyes.
"Life's a bitch, isn't it Diana?"
I would murmur to myself. She had
great beauty, wealth,
and was adored all over the world,
but it doesn't change a thing
when it comes to matters of the heart.
My marriage ended in divorce as hers did.
I have since remarried and
moved on with my life.
But I never forgot Diana.
I watched as she grew into a lovely woman,
seeming to try to put some meaning
into her life with charities..
lending her prominence
to things she believed in...
I also watched the media hound her
mercilessly. I would often times
see a picture of her, sometimes running
trying to escape their presence,..
or sheilding her face,..and other times
gamely giving the camera a strained smile.
But then...suddenly, ....it was all over
for Diana. She got
into the back of a dark Mercedes
that August evening,
.....sped into a tunnel
and never came back.
She died in her prime.
Not the worst fate
when you consider
the ravages of age,
and illness on a person.
But the bottom line is..
she is gone......
and I will miss her.
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