Unbelievable to think that its been 20 years since Diana died in that awful crash in Paris I remember it like it was yesterday.. I woke up..flicked the TV on whilst I made a coffee.. (this was my usual routine ..I enjoyed a solitary half an hour most mornings before it would be full steam ahead...my treat. my youngest of four was just 7 months old..) The screen was just full of sirens and flashing light.... Pandemonium on every screen.... I was in shock...I had always loved and admired Diana I loved her smile..her tall lean figure..her fab dress sense...her open show of love to her children...and also her vunerability Its true to say I wept...and also now find myself very emotional writing this... such a sad and tragic event ( which is fair to say affected millions all over the world...not leastly her lovly boys )
The picture of those boys following their Mother's coffin will stay with me for ever..
So impressed with Prince William and Prince Harry at how they have kept her memory alive.. She would be so proud of how they have grown up....( every credit to you Diana ) I will be watching the programme 'Diana, our Mother'... which is due to be screened tonight and yes I will probably need the tissues..... RIP Diana you beautiful Lady....
So we have just celebrated several birthdays in one week!!! BIG FAMILY!!! 😉 yes to say I'm exhausted is an understatement.....physically and emotionally not just due to running round organising... shop runs for food etc.... selecting cards ( which always presents.. (pardon the pun ) me with a massive headache )..😓 keeping the peace!!! so its fair to say an emotional roller coaster which is always worse when you remember the people that are no longer able to celebrate the birthdays with you 💔 the sad thing ( may be sad isnt the right word ) is when the family get together its painfully obvious that its no longer just my family... its my family with their ' husbands and wives ' my extended family all with different personalities....even my own childrens personalities have changed and the painful truth is I as a mother, who in the past has been very much in control, am no longer in control... I cant say 'go and sit down and stop being difficult ' ( well I cud..but they might not take kindly to it 😉especially the outlaws..oops I mean the Inlaws)
the moral to this story?????? And just accept the fact that I need to Let Go......
