Yesterday I bought a bargain book called Diana: Unseen Archives. What a beautiful investment of $4.99!
Most of the book is photos, and that's fine because really, what more do we need to hear about her short, tragic life? Instead I found myself enchanted by her again. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world -- the nose was too long for that. But she certainly was one of the most charismatic ever. Charming whether in a gown and tiara or on her knees to accept flowers from a child, every photo radiates warmth.
I miss her, and sometimes wonder what she would have done with the last 12 years.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Her death had a profound effect on my sisters and me. I always felt connected to her, for some reason. It is hard to believe it's been twelve years.
ReplyDeleteYeah, twelve years - wow! I remember that night perfectly. She accomplished a lot with what she was given and I suspect she'd have done so much more had she chosen to stay here in the physical.
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