|10 years ago today....
||[Aug. 31st, 2007|09:42 am]
Today, 10 years ago, I was moving into my first apartment of my own. |
Allen, Scott Ruff 'n' Co, and Heather #2 were all there to help.
Mid-way through the afternoon, we heard word that Diana had died, and it just ripped me apart.
Having grown up with the monarchy, it's always had a very important place in my heart. I knew the words to "God Save the Queen" long before I think I'd ever heard the Star Spangled Banner. Before I even knew what a president was, the Queen was, to me, a rich and powerful symbol. I can findly remember the joy and wonder at the year of festivities in 1977, the Queen's Silver Jubilee, and how my school and our village celebrated.
Not long after, for the marriage of the century, between Charles and Diana, I was glued to the television, watching in awe. While Charles looked handsome and dapper in his uniform, Diana was simply radiance incarnate. Beautiful. Perfect in every way. She was, very much, everything a princess was supposed to be, and in my head, she was very much my princess.
While, over the years, the marriage between the two crumbled and fell, Diana's power and grace as a symbol never faltered. Next to the Queen, Diana was easily the most recognised figure in Britain. And when she died, in such a senseless accident, it genuinely hurt.
And it still does.