Today is the 20th anniversary of the tragic, sudden, and lugubrious death of Princess Diana, a woman of humanitarian causes, complicated relationships, and celebrity notice. While reading The Awakening this time around, I am starting to see a parallel between our Edna, married, unhappy, alone, mother of 2, stuck in a culture that does not fulfill her or completely accept her, and Diana through her tenure as a princess and a philanthropist. Diana, one of my personal heroes, did not have the opportunity to continue her own awakening, which (staying out of the romantic arena) was to end landmines, comfort the ill and homeless, and let each person receive a hug to salve their wrenching wounds. This past summer, as part of our trek to London, we spent every day in Hyde Park, the location of Kensington Palace and the White Garden, the princes' tribute to their mother. Below, you will see what it looked like in June, just blooming with the flowers that represent the beauty of Diana - inside and out. Standing there, watching the ever-present wind filter through the leaves and feeling the raw heat of the sun, I could only feel the reverence and the tranquility of this small garden, a small part of the ground that encompasses the memories of a woman taken too soon at age 36.
Chopin had her birds as motifs throughout her texts. And, my favorite dress from the Diana wardrobe exhibit is this one, a stunning piece of birds fluttering upwards. While she was a style icon and trendsetter and wore the wedding dress of a fairy tale princess, I feel this dress best reflects the image of Diana and what she represents in my mind.