In loving memory of

Diana, Princess of Wales
If you had the right plug-in, you would be hearing nice music now.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

Dove

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.

--Author unknown




The Rose Still Blooms


A rose once grew where all could see, sheltered by the garden wall,
And, as the days passed swiftly by, it spread its branches, straight and tall,
One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide-
The rose bent gently toward its warmth then passed beyond to the other side.
Now you who deeply feel its loss, be comforted-the rose blooms there,
Its beauty even greater now, nurtured by God's own loving care.

Occasionally, we are graced with the presence of an earth bound angel. They are unable to stay with us for long, but while they do, they bring unprecedented joy and happiness to all they touch. While they are here, we bask in their goodness and marvel at their contribution to the world. When they leave, we are left with the devastation that comes with losing such a wonderful being...but we must remember ...the earth bound angels are not ours to keep. They are ours to enjoy, learn from, and behold until they return home.

"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints in our hearts, and we are never, ever the same...."

 

Tibute to Diana
By Jonathan Widran

For the children among us too young to remember Princess Diana:

As they get older, we must tell them the story...

Tell them there was once a different world than the one they know, a kinder gentler place...where we held our hearts high and looked up and felt that dreams could come true.

Tell them that there was once a beautiful fairy princess, who lived in a castle with her mythical prince...

Tell them how the fairy princess inspired us, gave us fantasies, hope,courage, and above all, heart...

Tell them in a quiet moment how the fairy tale was, like precious life itself, so much an illusion...and yet realizing this was not so bad, because it allowed us to see our fairy princess as human, as one of us...

Tell them of the princess' selfless contribution to making our world a better place, and how while there are still cynical people, evil people and people who were indifferent to her mystique, her magic, enough people loved her and she made a difference to anyone with a true soul...

Tell them how this fairy princess humbled all whose lives she touched, from the greatest world leaders and movie stars to the common man and woman. How she touched people of every culture...and cast a glow upon us that will never fade.

Tell them about the princess' ability to touch people's spirits and hearts, but that she also physically helped those in need and touched the hands of those whom the rest of the world had shunned...

Tell them that this princess came to the kingdom of humanity to help us reach higher, go further and show us the difference between myth and illusion. And how she held herself with grace and dignity even as the illusion faded.

Tell them to look up at night, when the sky is clear and bright, and focus on a star...follow that star and watch as it indeed spells out the name of that princess...

Explain that life is a gift we must cherish and that we mustn't be selfish when it is time to let it go. That it isn't about the material things, but the spiritual, and the lives we touch while we are here...that is what matters. That death is only a physical loss, but that love lasts forever. That our fairy princess came to earth, touched us deeply and then had to be on her merry way...

Tell them that her departure crippled and dazed us, but that it has also strengthened us and filled us with wonder and new appreciation.

Tell them when the clouds begin to obscure those stars to keep looking up...the clouds will fade at some point and the stars will shine again...and that the fairy princess is the one who showed us that such a thing is possible.

Tell them fairy tales don’t always end the way we'd like, but that the love left behind is much more than the tale itself..

Tell them that those very stars shine brighter, ever so much brighter, because there was once a fairy princess...

 

--Jonathan Widran

 

 


 

Text of funeral oration by
9th Earl Spencer

I stand before you today the representative of a family in grief, in a country in mourning before a world in shock.
We are all united not only in our desire to pay our respects to Diana but rather in our need to do so. For such was her extraordinary appeal that the tens of millions of people taking part in this service all over the world via television and radio who never actually met her, feel that they, too, lost someone close to them in the early hours of Sunday morning. It is a more remarkable tribute to Diana than I can ever hope to offer her today.

Diana was the very essence of compassion, of duty, of style, of beauty. All over the world she was a symbol of selfless humanity, a standard-bearer for the rights of the truly downtrodden, a truly British girl who transcended nationality, someone with a natural nobility who was classless, who proved in the last year that she needed no royal title to continue to generate her particular brand of magic.

Today is our chance to say "thank you" for the way you brightened our lives, even though God granted you but half a life. We will all feel cheated that you were taken from us so young and yet we must learn to be grateful that you came along at all. Only now you are gone do we truly appreciate what we are now without and we want you to know that life without you is very, very difficult.

We have all despaired at our loss over the past week and only the strength of the message you gave us through your years of giving has afforded us the strength to move forward.

There is a temptation to rush to canonize your memory. There is no need to do so. You stand tall enough as a human being of unique qualities not to need to be seen as a saint. Indeed to sanctify your memory would be to miss out on the very core of your being, your wonderfully mischievous sense of humor with the laugh that bent you double, your joy for life transmitted wherever you took your smile, and the sparkle in those unforgettable eyes, your boundless energy which you could barely contain.

But your greatest gift was your intuition, and it was a gift you used wisely. This is what underpinned all your wonderful attributes. And if we look to analyze what it was about you that had such a wide appeal, we find it in your instinctive feel for what was really important in all our lives.

Without your God-given sensitivity, we would be immersed in greater ignorance at the anguish of AIDS and HIV sufferers, the plight of the homeless, the isolation of lepers, the random destruction of land mines. Diana explained to me once that it was her innermost feelings of suffering that made it possible for her to connect with her constituency of the rejected.

And here we come to another truth about her. For all the status, the glamour, the applause, Diana remained throughout a very insecure person at heart, almost childlike in her desire to do good for others so she could release herself from deep feelings of unworthiness of which her eating disorders were merely a symptom.

The world sensed this part of her character and cherished her for her vulnerability, whilst admiring her for her honesty. The last time I saw Diana was on July the first, her birthday, in London, when typically she was not taking time to celebrate her special day with friends but was guest of honor at a charity fund-raising evening. She sparkled of course, but I would rather cherish the days I spent with her in March when she came to visit me and my children in our home in South Africa. I am proud of the fact that apart from when she was on public display meeting President Mandela, we managed to contrive to stop the ever-present paparazzi from getting a single picture of her. That meant a lot to her.

These are days I will always treasure. It was as if we'd been transported back to our childhood, when we spent such an enormous amount of time together, the two youngest in the family. Fundamentally she hadn't changed at all from the big sister who mothered me as a baby, fought with me at school and endured those long train journeys between our parents' homes with me at weekends. It is a tribute to her level-headedness and strength that despite the most bizarre life imaginable after her childhood, she remained intact, true to herself.

There is no doubt that she was looking for a new direction in her life at this time. She talked endlessly of getting away from England, mainly because of the treatment she received at the hands of the newspapers.

I don't think she ever understood why her genuinely good intentions were sneered at by the media, why there appeared to be a permanent quest on their behalf to bring her down. It is baffling. My own, and only, explanation is that genuine goodness is threatening to those at the opposite end of the moral spectrum.

It is a point to remember that of all the ironies about Diana, perhaps the greatest is this; that a girl given the name of the ancient goddess of hunting was, in the end, the most hunted person of the modern age.

She would want us today to pledge ourselves to protecting her beloved boys William and Harry from a similar fate. And I do this here, Diana, on your behalf. We will not allow them to suffer the anguish that used regularly to drive you to tearful despair.

Beyond that, on behalf of your mother and sisters, I pledge that we, your blood family, will do all we can to continue the imaginative and loving way in which you were steering these two exceptional young men, so that their souls are not simply immersed by duty and tradition but can sing openly as you planned.

We fully respect the heritage into which they have both been born, and will always respect and encourage them in their royal role. But we, like you, recognize the need for them to experience as many different aspects of life as possible, to arm them spiritually and emotionally for the years ahead. I know you would have expected nothing less from us.

William and Harry, we all care desperately for you today. We are all chewed up with sadness at the loss of a woman who wasn't even our mother. How great your suffering is we cannot even imagine.

I would like to end by thanking God for the small mercies he has shown us at this dreadful time; for taking Diana at her most beautiful and radiant and when she had so much joy in her private life.

Above all, we give thanks for the life of a woman I am so proud to be able to call my sister: the unique the complex, the extraordinary and irreplaceable Diana, whose beauty, both internal and external, will never be extinguished from our minds.

 

 

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Links

The Diana, Princess of Wales Memorial Fund

Diana's Funeral - A Photo Essay

Order of Service -At Westminster Abbey's Home Page

Diana's Island at Althorp

Princess Diana, A tribute and a Protest

Memorial .Net

The British Monarchy

Yahoo -Princess Diana Resources and News

People Magazine's Tribute

People Magazine's "Leave a Flower" Tribute to Diana

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In Memory of Diana, Princess of Wales

 


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