I wasn't into watching the news at that age (I'm still not) so I had never seen her before, but I imagined by hearing her name that she was an older (well Prince Charles was my Mum's age...old) aristocratic looking lady with dark hair. When I saw her on the news that evening I was quite surprised by how young she looked. At the time of their engagement on the 24th February, 1981 Diana was only 19, Charles was 32. And I remember thinking that her outfit was 'a little bit daggy'.
|Well, it was!|
|This could have been me and Prince Edward|
I read every magazine article. Then I started cutting out and keeping the articles and pictures in multiple scrapbooks (I think I got up to five, maybe six (I just counted them, there are EIGHT!)).
I bought every book I could afford about her.
I recorded television interviews and documentaries and watched them over and over and over.
She was my idol.
I loved that she loved children, so did I.
I loved that she seemed 'old fashioned', so was I.
I loved that she seemed shy, so was I.
I loved her fashion, I loved her spirit, I loved her.
So can you imagine how I felt the day she died?
I suspect a lot of people remember exactly what they were doing when they heard that news.
I was making heart shaped place cards for my sister's wedding.
I heard on the breaking news story that she had been in an accident and had been taken to hospital.
At that point I was clutching my chest thinking, "Oh my God, imagine if she had have died??!!"
And of course, she did.
I cried, I mean loudly, openly sobbed and wept.
I stood in front of my collection of books and scrapbooks that I had spent hours upon hours collating...
I was heartbroken.
I felt enormous sorrow for her two young boys.
I felt like I had lost a dear friend.
And even though most of my friends at the time did not have Diana collections, many of them sobbed with me.
I felt warmed by the flowers left outside the gates at Kensington Palace.
I just kept thinking, "I hope she can see this. I hope now she knows how much people loved her."
Because I'd read all of her biographies, I knew how troubled she had been.
So, why am I posting about this now?
You may or may not have noticed that one of my favouite blogs listed on my sidebar is "All Things Princess Diana". It posts pictures and new websites. This morning it had a link to this...
I clicked on it and was immediately taken back.
There are so many photos.
Diana for me means so, so many memories.
I'm sure I wasn't the only one sitting with a box of tissues (and using nearly the whole thing) watching her funeral on TV.
These are some of my favourite photos of Diana...
To me, she is an angel.