Diana, Princess of Wales, in memoriam of
whom the bells ring every autumn.
Author: Matthieu Deneuve
On the 31st of August 1997 the
eyes of the most famous First
Lady in history, Diana Princess of
Wales, were closed forever. However, the
world remembers her ever since as she
left an unforgettable trace in the hearts
of many with her personality, charm, devotion,
selfl essness and empathy. Tears
are shed by the mentioning of her name
even until this day. A mother, whose faith
was given at the moment of her birth,
who was handed the role of passing by
God. Anger, however, is no use; gratitude
shall be given for she had yielded love
throughout her life that even those who
only knew her through the media received.
The closed world that surrounded
her, that would have been unbearable for
many, determined her everyday life strictly.
She stood her ground exemplarily
both as a mother and as the First Lady.
The oft-times cruel world of the press
showed her no mercy, making it incredibly
hard to fi nd anyone to truly trust. Few
would envy her because being a member
of a traditional royal family, besides being
an honour, requires immense resignations.
Resignations from everyday emotions,
beseeming to the requirements, to
the ever-scanning eyes.
She dedicated the majority of her life to
help others, and to charity. On the cruel
day of her death Heaven received an angel
and Earth lost a sensitive soul with a
heart of purity.
There are a lot of sacred places on the
planet but one of them, and in this I am
sure, is no other than the fi nal resting place
of the Princess of Wales, a place in Althorp
House at Northampton where she
had spent a lot of time during her life. In
the past few years, the monument has seen
through a baronial renewal.
Words of her beauty spread to distant
lands and had been considered a family
trait. She was in kinship with Audrey Hepburn
with whom she shared numerous
Both of the Princess’ sons, William and
Harry visit their mother’s resting place often.
They were the ones who had the greatest
loss as losing a mother is immensely
hard to process. Today, I am sure she looks
down from the sky proudly at her two sons
and her grandchildren.