Princess Diana with her boys, Prince Harry (c) and Prince William (r); image from luxuo.com
Tomorrow is the much-anticipated Royal Wedding between Prince William of Wales and Miss Catherine “Kate” Middleton and, like many, I have been following along and will enjoy the coverage of what promises to be a spectacular day in history.
Much ado has been made about the guest list, the food, the various parties and, of course, what Kate’s dress will look like.
I can’t help but think about her. Diana, Princess of Wales.
Fiercely devoted mother, master press manipulator, giver of hugs, sharer of a perhaps too much information.
I think about how she would have turned 50 this year and how stunning she would still be.
I like to think of her arriving at the Abbey in sophisticated, sleek yet understated attire, turning and giving a smile to all of us.
I like to think Kate would have tried especially hard to please and impress her.
I like to think that she might have found love by now, with a super hot and titled Aristocrat sporting ears of normal proportions.
I like to think that, with her still with us, there’d be no Camilla.
Come to think of it, she will be there. Prince William gave Kate her ring. Her generous influence on her two sons appears ever-present.
The last time we witnessed Royal pomp & circumstance at the Abbey, it was for her funeral and whenever I see a photo of those flowers with the words “Mummy,” my heart breaks again.
It’s time for some love, some romance, some lightness of being. Make room for Diana, for she will be there tomorrow.