Everything is abuzz about the ‘royal wedding’ on April 29. My children could NOT care less, but I’m intrigued, possibly because of Lady Diana’s wedding day if it ever really was her wedding day. I remember her engagement to Prince Charles thinking, “How could she marry him?” Well, Charles looks so much better now than he did 30 years ago, but ‘looks ain’t everything!’ He was not a good catch, but that’s not the subject here. I tried not to cry, sniff, sniff. I didn’t know these people, but there was such a likeable quality about Lady Diana, her shy looks, and an awkwardness about Prince Charles. So many of us dare to hold on to that dream of a fairytale wedding and royal life even through the worst of times and even if there is no earthly way possible to be considered royal (at least for me). If we cannot have that fairytale life, many of us would like to see someone else achieve the goal because it gives us hope, and who does not like to celebrate in some way?
I still remember the day after ‘Princess Diana’ was killed. I was up early to cook breakfast. It was one of those hot days of summer and we were planning to do something as a family though I don’t remember what, maybe a day at the lake-I’m not sure. My husband was still in bed-he had to get his daily dose of morning tv so I was not expecting him to be downstairs for a bit. The next thing I know he was barreling down the stairs shouting the news. He was visibly shaken. My heart sank! I felt tingly and weak. Then there was emptiness, sorrow, and that feeling that I hate–that she was ‘taken’ too soon. I felt relieved in a way, thinking the myriad of conflict that she was trying to escape could no longer cause her any more pain. It was bittersweet because I think she was just trying to find her way the best she thought she could.
We peons in the states have such a love-hate relationship/adoration for the royal family. We want to love them because of the fairytales, possibly power, but they cause us grief when they make others feel so low in life (one of life’s paradoxes, I guess). My parents were all caught up in the royal pomp and circumstance-the regalia and tradition-back in the days before Charles and Diana because I remember when Princess Anne married. Please don’t say, “Who?” I thought it odd that my father would set up to take photos of the tv during the wedding, but my mom had us all up early to watch the affair. And, I remember the photos after they were developed–I didn’t get it. I was still young, I guess. I don’t plan on taking any photos (I know it’s so different with the web today) and don’t plan on ‘grabbing’ any from the web. Maybe it is because fairytales seldom come true. Maybe it is because I still remember those feelings I had preceding and after ‘Princess’ Diana’s death. Whatever happens, I wish this couple all the best. For most of us, fairytale endings don’t just happen. We have to work at them and through the difficult times in life, but that’s not the subject either.
So, best wishes to Prince William and ‘Miss Kate.’ May they find the happiness that William’s mum never had. And, check out Lillian’s blog for some yummy treats to help celebrate the day–just in case you do not have your scones and crumpets ready…I knew I forgot something at the store 🙂 .
Happy Gardening!
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