Even though I was only 11, I vividly remember when Prince Charles and Lady Diana got married. I don't know why I cared. They're not my family. I'm not even English. I don't think I am anyhow. (In fact, I really have no idea who I am or where I came from at all actually. But, that's another blog entirely...)
All of this talk of another royal wedding has got me a little weepy. I remember getting up early that Summer morning in 1981 and watching the entire event with my Mom. We sipped tea and just hung out in our jammies. It was a really good day. 10 years ago last month, I lost my Mom. I only had one parent and then I found myself orphaned at 30. At 41, not a day goes by that I don't wish I could call her up. Some days, you just need someone on your side. It's tough when the one person who loved me no matter what, is no longer around to say, it's okay. It's going to be alright. (I'm not all that convincing when I tell myself such rubbish.)
I remember when the young princes were born. I remember when Charles and Diana divorced. I remember exactly where I was when Diana was killed and how many hours I sat in front of the TV with tears streaming down my face. And now the future King of England, Prince William is getting married. I've watched that young man grow up from afar. I wish his extraordinary mother could be here to see this union. I think she would be proud of the man he has become and pleased with the woman he has chosen to give his heart.
I have to work on The Big Day, but I will set my DVR. I will brew tea and watch every ridiculous bit of the wedding. And I will wish my mom was here to watch this one with me as well.
P.S. My friends Brittani and Dan just got back from the other side of the pond and brought me a wedding souvenir. I can't wait to see what it is! I told them, the cheesier, the better!
How coincidental than not more than two hours ago, I too was remembering how i watched the wedding of Charles and Diana, that made her a princess of the people.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking about next Friday morning, wondering what time the wedding was. I too vividly remember that morning, watching in the dark. I even think I remember getting up at like 4am.
I too those couple hours ago thought it might be a curious thing to others why I would care to watch, but I like this stuff, is what I said to myself.
I too remember the birth of the Princes and the day Diana was killed and who, when, where I found out. I watched all the news coverage, the funeral procession which like the wedding I watched live, and was glued to the television.
I look forward to Friday and all that comes with the circus of the Royal Wedding.