Today marks the 15th anniversary of Princess Diana’s death in a Paris car crash. Since I was a little girl, I have idolized Princess Diana. At 40 years old, I am now older than Diana was when she died at age 36. Her death rocked my world as if a close family member had been taken. As with events such as this, I will always remember where I was when it happened, and to be honest, it doesn’t feel like it was 15 years ago.
I was in college, working at a casino. I had been on my break and was walking back through the casino to work where news of the crash was being shown on every television. My boss, who was in near hysterics, said “Princess Diana was in a car crash.” My heart sank. I tried working, but it was pointless. I asked if I could go home early because I literally felt sick to my stomach.
When I got home, my friend Vanessa met me at my apartment and we watched the news coverage together. We were in shock and disbelief. Vanessa and I had bonded over many things when we first met as roommates in the dorms, including our love of Princess Diana. I couldn’t imagine watching this coverage with anyone but her.
Today, I celebrate Princess Diana for her courage, tenacity, caring heart, and style. She was a remarkable woman. She changed my world and that of many others. If you want to know how remarkable she was look no further than Princes William and Harry. OK, look no further than William. Just kidding, Harry embodies Diana’s spirit more so than his brother.
Thank you Princess Diana for fighting for others, for looking good while you did it, and mainly for not being afraid to buck the system by poking the tip of your umbrella into someone’s arse.