Happy 50th, Princess of Wales. Rest in Peace.

I've been thinking a lot lately, something I don't usually do much, I guess. I grew up following the Royal family, unitentionally, if that's at all possible. Mainly, I was fascinated with Diana, but I mean, who wasn't? The Princess of Wales reminded me of someone. She looked just like her, my cousin Ann. And in this weird way, I've been able to connect to Annie through reading about Diana. Diana passed away almost a full two years before Annie did, and I was only 6 or 7 when Annie died. But I remember every little thing about her. It's weird. Ann went to London when Diana was tragically killed in that tunnel in Paris on August 31, 1997.  She used to tell me things about the princess and the princess was splattered across every TV and magazine I ever came across and she looked just like in her in my eyes. I have seen Diana and Charles' wedding multiple times and it was just incredible. A real life fairy tale. I was hooked. I've learned now that Diana's life was far from that of a fairy tale, but she was such a strong person, like I saw Annie. When I read about Di, it's like Ann's reading it to me. It's neat in a sort of weird way. This year, this Friday to be exact, the princess would be 50 years old. And though we all wish she was still physically with us, she will always be with us in a weird way, just like Annie is to me. So, Happy 50th Birthday, Queen of our Hearts. You are forever missed and forever dearly loved.