I admired the princess of whales, Princess Diana. Her kind heart, her thoughtfulness, the way she cared for others, her beauty and so much more, even though she had all that, I felt sorry for her. The media would never give her peace... On August 31. 1997, the consequences were shown. The most horrible thought of all. Her Highness, Princess Diana, died from injuries sustained in a car accident in the Pont de l'Alma tunnel in Paris, after being chased by paparazzi. ... The whole world was shocked.
Of course, I had to show up at Buckingham Palace to see the Princess of Hearts being carried into the church. It was one of the saddest experiences I have ever experienced. The atmosphere was just dark, gloomy, and full of sadness. Before the beautiful and solemn parade walked out of the gates of Buckingham Palace, the royal family appeared up.
I had the opportunity to shake the hand of both the Queen herself and Prince Harry. The royal family has always been one of my biggest interests, and when Princess Diana came along, I was even more intrigued. The more I thought about her, the harder it was for me not to burst into tears. I looked to my left and saw two young princes standing not three feet away from me, how could they not be sobbing? It's their mother! I do not know why, but I felt a small wave of anger... Someone so precious, and I still have not seen a single tear yet... The first thing I remember thinking afterwards is, "Wow, how can they stay so strong even in these times? I know I could never."
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