“The worst illness of our time is that so many people have to suffer from not ever being loved” Princess Diana
The news of Princess Diana’s death had brought in its wake a deep sadness and nudged an inevitable questioning as to the manner in which we mortals seek the’ ever elusive’ strain of happiness. If a Princess endowed with beauty, wealth and grandeur had lived her life as if chasing a dream, an impossibility, a mirage, only to get sucked into the illusion of a ‘happily ever after’ love story, then this , if anything, is an exemplification of the fact that happiness is not a commodity, to be acquired, but a verb, to be achieved, painstakingly..A paradox in itself.
What makes Dianas story an eternal Greek tragedy however, is the report that her two sons Princes William and Harry, had invited, to the memorial service of their mother, the second wife of Prince Charles, Camilla their step-mother and the woman alleged to be largely responsible for the turmoil and strife in Dianas life.
That Prince Charles displayed the gumption , gall, to marry the much older, Camilla, soon after the tragic death of his wife Diana, thus vindicating Dianas accusations that there ‘were three of them in this marriage’, was to most sensitive, righteous people a distasteful act which demanded condemnation. It stank of a ‘devil-may-care’ stubbornness, elaborating on the unfairness of a ‘to-be-monarchs’ disloyalty to his marriage partner, as if in complete abandon of responsible and ethical behaviour. His act as if put into words an attitude that spoke of him as a man who took his “titular head” title with inappropriate seriousness, in the sphere of his personal decisions..A King can do no wrong??
Life plays cruel tricks..No monarchy, Crown, or Kingdom can insulate one from angst of human suffering. A crown on the head can soon transform into a crown of thorns, tearing, searing into the flesh, ripping apart any joy or hope for fulfillment. This was what Diana must have felt from the deepest core of her being, at those umpteen occasions, when stories of her husbands treacheries, engulfed her.
One would have expected her sons who, having been privy to her turmoil, to recoil with disgust at their father marrying the woman who had maliciously come in the way of their mothers happiness. Even if one were to philosophically and practically view their acceptance of having a step mother, yet the news of having embraced Camilla into their lives so completely, so wholly, enough to invite her to the memorial service for their mother, was as if defiling whatever remained of her, in their memory.
It was as if she had lived and died in vain. She lived only perhaps to prove to the world that one ought to look for contetment in things beyond the material and also to illustrate how being the focus of media attention is life threatening..literally. She died, being chased by the Paparazzi.
She provided Charles with heirs, who now seem to have forsaken any emotions over their mothers death in what appears to be a stance which reeks of being ‘worldly-wise’..They have everything to gain from being Charles sons..what good would it do being mourners of their mother Dianas death?? Why live in a desultory past when a glorious future lay ahead? Charles role in the matter can never be over estimated. He has insiduously manipulated to have it all…Camilla, his sons and respectability for his bizarre liaison!
Death is a finality, an end. Not merely of life..but relationships. Children are fast learners these days. Someone ought to tap him on the shouder and remind Charles of his own mortality…Nemesis will strike…Children will forget..yet another time.