Do you remember where you were or what you were doing when you found out about Princess’s Diana’s horrific car accident that resulted in her death?
In August of 1997, almost 15 months after I shared a flight with her from Chicago O’Hare to London Heathrow, I was in an AOL “Mommy” chatroom, my son was probably at the time, watching a Power Rangers video, next to me, when someone said that she had been in a car accident.
After Zachary went to bed, I remember staying up all night watching the news, the horrific announcement of her death and the world’s reaction to it.
I wasn’t a huge royal fan. But I did watch her wedding.
I remember seeing the intense press scrutiny and all the security that occurred at O’Hare when our British Airways flight took off.
I never would’ve dreamed in the twenty years that has followed after her passing, that 10 years after that magical flight, that I’d be a happy (but getting really sick) mother of 2 beautiful kids, in the process of starting their own business. That 10 years after we’d have even more ways to follow everyone in the world.
I never could’ve dreamed or in my worst nightmares, think that 20 years after her passing, I could write about how I felt on that flight and her death and share it, instantaneously, globally, but not do much else.
Not many people though can say they made eye contact and got a true smile, from Princess Diana, especially someone in my circumstances (As I was a single mother of 1, with not a lot of money). I’m at least grateful for that.
And that I remember all of it.
But in addition to everything that can be both wonderful and horrifying about life in this age, I can’t imagine the intense scrutiny that could’ve possibly killed her, should she have surived that horrific car accident, both that and the tragic circumstances that did kill her 20 years ago, is what I find horribly saddening.
That’s how I feel and felt the need, even with all the bad things going on lately, to start a dialogue by writing this, of seeing how you all felt and providing a safe space to do so, either here on Word Press or on my Facebook account.
For those who are sad about this or being extraordinarily tested, in other ways, you’re in my thoughts.