I remember setting my alarm and getting up at 3:00 a.m. with my mother, to watch the fairytale wedding of Prince Charles and Princess Diana. We knew it would be a once in a lifetime event to see, and I still remember it in detail. Through the next years, we watched as the royal couple were blessed with two boys, and Diana grew into a more confident woman and pursued her own path and work. It made my heart sad to see her suffering as she so painfully and publicly dealt with health problems and the crumbling of her marriage. Obviously depressed and tortured, she pressed on. She raised her children and continued to represent kindness and charity all over the world, until her tragic death. I remember exactly where I was when I heard on TV that she had been killed in a car accident. Like the rest of the world, I could not believe it. I grieved for the loss of this amazing person.
Now as a woman with children, who has suffered some of the same pain that she did, I admire Diana even more than I did all those years ago. Today, on the birth of her first grandchild, I thought of her and the example of love that she set for her children. The trail that she blazed for them. Hopefully they will carry that on with this little one.
