It’s impossible to accept it was twenty years ago today that Princess Diana was killed in a car crash in Paris. The whole world went into shock.
Her boys, left with dumb cluck Not So Bonnie Prince Charlie to raise them, somehow thankfully managed to grow up to be extraordinary men.
I remember where I was when I heard about the crash, then sat glued to CNN as the story unfolded. Sat for a couple of days.
Diana was such a complicated soul. Used by Charles only to spawn gorgeous children but he certainly never loved Diana. It was always and forever Camilla. Diana was too young when she married to understand the complexities of the Royal household – that men always have mistresses.
Alas, Diana was lonely and longed for someone to love her unconditionally…and it led her to men she might not of otherwise found attractive.
Perhaps in some perverse sense, Diana was better off dead than hounded for life, under the microscope of who she dated. And of course, had she lived, she’d witness Charles finally marring Camilla.
The Queen certainly showed her true colors when Diana died, waiting so long to make a statement. I can only hope that karma comes back to bite Charles and he never serves as King of England. I don’t see how he could ever withstand the constant reminder of his bad behavior being married to Diana.
I’m sure the networks will all have 20th anniversary tributes today. I don’t have the TV on yet to see.
‘Tis a fine day here today. Bright blue sky. A good chill in the air. The lawn crew here to mow. A few leaves already falling into the driveway.