For me, on a personal level, I watched Diana grow up. She was about five years older than I was, and I was not into the idea of a regular girl becoming a princess, necessarily, but I think Diana, for me, brought the world of royalty to regular people. Elizabeth and her children were kind of dowdy and unreachable, even though they may not have been, but Diana wasn’t. When I was growing up, in the 1970s, Margaret and Ann were sometimes seen in gossip pages, in Studio 54 or on vacation, but they were not anybody I was interested in learning about. They were like oddities.
Diana was young and pretty and very much a “regular person.” Add to that the tragic tale of her relationship with Charles and the royal family, add to that the good works she did that were so well documented in the press, add to that her fierce independence and growing into her own as far as not living the life that was expected of her, but living the life she wanted to live. She didn’t shrink into the corner when she got separated from Charles, she continued having fun and doing charitable work and kind of had a “fuck the royals” attitude which was fun to watch, because I’m sure Elizabeth wasn’t thrilled with Diana’s continued place in the spotlight.
And like any famous person who dies too young, you’re left wondering what wonderful things they would have and could have and should have accomplished, how they could have changed the world some more, and hopefully, how much fun it would have been to watch them.