Today marks the 16th anniversary of the death of Diana and this is is especially a bittersweet year since her first grandchild was born just last month. With all the the press and media covering the story you could hardly get pass the fact that Diana is not here to enjoy her grandbaby. Even though there are still some people who would like to see Diana erased from the history books there are those of us who work tirelessly to keep her memory fresh om the minds of the public. No one works harder that her two sons, The rest of us just stand firmly behind them and support them in any small way that we can. For me it is keeping my Website up as a tribute to her for as long as I possibly can. Yes it is alot of work and time involved Over the last few years it has become more than just a hobby to me it has become something that I am proud of it has given me the chance to reach out to those abroad who often felt alone in thier admiration for Diana. Who often felt like no one really understands them and thier "Weird" fascination with a dead Princess. I was one of those people 16 years ago when I got up at 4 am in the morning and dressed as I was attending the funeral my self just to sit in my little living room to watch the funeral live. I cried privately and kept to my self during that weekend I could never really understand why her death affected me the way it did and sometimes I still don't. Over the years I found my self becoming less worried about what other may think of my Diana passion as I like to call it. I am on a mission to educate my daughter's generation about Diana and her work and compassion for others. Then Catherine the Duchess of Cambridge came on to the scene she brought a whole new generation of girls to the world of Royalty I could see thorugh my daughter's eyes how the Duchess has captured the young girl's attention. Then I remembered what it felt like when I watch Diana all those years ago when she burst on to scene and ignighted the Royalty fascination in me .This year I was able to share with my daughter the fun and ancipation of waiting for William's son to come out of the doors of St Mary's as we both sat in front of the Tv of hours waiting for news. It was a wonderful day and a bittersweet one as well.
Today as I write this my friend Jacalynne is laying flowers for me at Diana's former home and I am planning on doing some website site work possibly watching a Diana movie or documentary who knows. I may even light a candle in her honor today just to pause and reflect for a momenton how much Diana has given the world which sometimes forget how to love and be kind to people.
This was a special supplement in the July 31 commemorative issue celebrating the birth of Prince George of Cambridge
Globe Magazine has yet again put together another souvenir magazine dedicated to Diana Princess of Wales. This issue is all about Diana's personal thoughts on the Royal Family; the men in her life; her sons William & Harry; and her own predictions of her untimely death. These conversations are taken from secret audio and video tapes that Diana had made in the early 90's.
The birth of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge’s first child, our future monarch, is an occasion for great joy. But in recent days I have found myself thinking how much Diana would have relished the role of grandmother.
In her all too brief time on the world stage, we saw how good she was with children: she had the ability to get into a child’s mind; her wicked sense of fun was infectious; and she could put even the most over-awed child instantly at ease.
She proved communication is not just about the spoken word — a look and a caress can be more eloquent than words.
But what people won’t be aware of is how much Diana, with her strong maternal instincts, relished the whole process of pregnancy. Indeed, she embraced any woman she saw who happened to be pregnant.
Seeing photographs of the Duchess of Cambridge shopping for baby clothes with her mother made me terribly sad that Diana wasn’t around to be part of the ritual and fun of the run-up to the birth.
I experienced how much she enjoyed this at first hand when I became pregnant at the relatively late age of 38.
I had met Diana only the month before I conceived through our mutual friend, the then Brazilian ambassador’s wife, Lucia Flecha de Lima.
When I was seven months pregnant, I was invited to Kensington Palace to have lunch with Diana. She had been following my pregnancy closely and had been full of practical advice. But the reason for this lunch invitation became clear as soon as I had sat down.
‘What shopping have you done for the baby?’ she demanded.
‘Nothing yet,’ I replied. ‘I’m busy at work.’ I was working full-time as CEO of Tiffany & Co in London.
Diana got up from the table, went to her writing desk and came back with a two-page type-written list of everything I would require — the same list she had used for her own two babies. She still had it, even though William was by then nine and Harry seven.
She told me firmly that I needed to ‘get organised’. Yes, Ma’am!
A few weeks later, Diana rang me at work and said she was going to take me in hand, as she assumed — rightly — that I still hadn’t been anywhere near a baby shop. She gave me a date and told me to bring my list.
A few days later she collected me from Tiffany’s headquarters and rushed me off to Mothercare in Kensington (since closed down, unfortunately).
Diana was a whirlwind of efficiency, sweeping items off the shelves and into our trolley — things I had never even heard of, let alone understood what they could possibly be for.
The shop assistant was flustered at the till as Diana handed over her credit card. Indeed, I think it was one of the first times she had used it, rather than paying in cash, and she was rather excited about it.
As we left, struggling to walk under mounds of baby equipment, the shop door alarm went off because, in her confusion, the assistant had forgotten to remove one of the security tags.
So, we had to stagger back to the till, causing still more confusion — and stares of amazement from other mothers-to-be. It was hilarious.
When we finally collapsed into the car, Diana consulted her list once more.
‘Don’t worry about a pram,’ she said. ‘You can borrow mine — and I can give you William’s Moses basket.’
A few days later, a vast Silver Cross pram was delivered to our house, with the Moses basket inside.
Diana’s attentions didn’t end there. About three weeks before I was due, she came round to tea.
She knew I was edgy and within minutes asked me what was wrong. I promptly burst into tears and admitted I was scared: that I was the sort of woman who could run Tiffany’s, but had no idea how I would cope with having a child, let alone the ghastly (in my eyes) process of giving birth.
She calmed me down and then organised a session for me with birthing guru Betty Parsons, who had advised Diana during her pregnancies.
This terrifying but wonderful woman, then in her late 70s, arrived at my house a few days later. She taught me breathing techniques and tried to show me how to relax.
I can still hear Diana roaring with laughter when I told her how Betty had bossed around my husband, Dominic, as soon as he walked through the front door.
My first daughter, Savannah, was born just before Christmas. I was still in the delivery room when I was told by a nurse that Diana was on the phone.
The next morning a beautiful china pot arrived full of plants, with a note saying: ‘To Rosa, just the biggest hurrah possible.’
She was round the next day to have a cuddle — with the baby, obviously.
When I brought my baby home, I visited Diana often. I used to trundle across Hyde Park, in that fug of new motherhood, pushing the Silver Cross pram to Kensington Palace.
As soon as I arrived, Diana would meet me halfway down the stairs, scoop up Savannah and take over. When my second daughter, Domenica, was born two-and-a-half years later, Diana again came to the fore.
Domenica was very weak in the first months of her life because she had Down’s syndrome, with added complications. Diana would visit my house in Bayswater, West London, and just sit with her to give me a break.
She came with me to hospital appointments and asked questions of the medics when I was incapable of doing so. She had a tenderness that was extraordinary to witness.
Today, as I think of William and Catherine’s new baby, I remember how Diana was with my two daughters. How she would appear at bath-time, turn up at birthday parties and invite us all to lunch at Kensington Palace so she could play with them.
She encouraged Savannah to do ballet, showed her the basic moves and lay down on the floor with her to do stretches.
Diana gave her a pair of ballet shoes signed by the stars of the Kirov ballet, which, 16 years later, still hang on her bedroom wall.
We should not forget that Diana’s first job was as a nursery school teacher. It had been clear even then that she was wonderful with children and, indeed, it was the only part of her life in which she had complete confidence.
It makes it seem all the more cruel she has been denied the pleasure of being with her grandson.
This much-awaited baby will, I am sure, be the cause of national celebration. The birth of their first son will only increase worldwide interest in the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge as they move from being a couple to becoming a family.
Diana’s legacy, which until now has lain with her sons, will extend to a new generation.
Diana was made to be a mother. Her nurturing instinct was the best part of her character. She would have been the most magnificent grandmother and it makes me ineffably sad she will not be a part of the royal baby’s life.
But, of course, my feelings are as nothing to those that Prince William will experience.
One thing is certain for me, however. No matter how much Carole Middleton involves herself in the birth and early years of her first grandchild, her attentions could not be greater than those Diana would have provided.
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