People all across the world fell in love with Princess Diana, the adored woman of her era.
We invite you to take a look down memory lane as we examine some uncommon and intriguing images that provide a deeper look into her remarkable life.
These are the kinds of moments that will make you smile and feel good.
Diana is pictured here on a skiing trip to Austria with her kids, Harry and William. This photograph was shot shortly after Harry turned nine years old. He’s adorable, and the whole family is stunning!
Diana and her children visited Necker Island in the British Virgin Islands in 1990, together with her sister’s children. The island was owned by Richard Branson of Virgin.
Diana knows how to have a good time. Look at this lovely photo of her and Harry visiting the amusement park Thorpe Park in 1992.
Diana was dubbed “The People’s Princess” by many. She was involved in numerous humanitarian endeavors, offering a good example of how a kind and loving person should act.
Princess Diana is shown here visiting an Orthopedic workshop in Luanda, Angola, and sitting with land mine victims.
We could go on and on about Diana’s wonderful photographs. This one was taken in 1971, while she was on vacation in Itchenor, West Sussex.
Meanwhile, this one was taken outside Diana’s flat in Coleherne Court, London, before to her engagement to Charles.
Harry is pictured here sticking out his tongue to the crowd gathering around Buckingham Palace. Diana seemed to be taken aback.
Barbour is still a popular royal apparel brand, although Princess Diana may have worn it best.
Diana adored Barbour, and her journey to the Outer Hebrides in Scotland in 985 was the ideal occasion to wear her Barbour-style waxed cotton jacket.
Jayne Fincher, a royal photographer who captured some of Princess Diana’s most memorable images, trailed the royal couple everywhere they went. She’d rented a jet to travel to the Outer Hebrides, where Charles and Diana were on official business.
“When I caught up,” says Fincher, “Charles said, ‘Where have you been?’”
The Outer Hebrides are subject to extremes of wind and rain, which Princess Diana experienced during her visit there in 1985.But she looks great in the images from the trip, and photographer Jayne noticed something after going over the negatives.
“You don’t see Diana dressed like that very often. She looked so happy. It was pouring rain, but her makeup was perfect and un-smudged. I looked a mess, as usual,” she said.
The photo below was taken during Diana’s last summer alive. She is seen with her boyfriend Dodi Al Fayed on a boat in St. Tropez, France, jumping into the water.
Diana will be remembered as a truly great and loving human being.
Please share this post with your friends and family on Facebook to commemorate her!
I Took in a Homeless Woman and Her Baby – What She Did Next Left Me Speechless
At 75, my life was mostly quiet, filled with memories of the past. Each day felt long, with nothing much happening. I spent a lot of time thinking about my daughter, Gianna, who had passed away three years earlier. Not a single day went by without her crossing my mind.
One afternoon, while walking along my usual route, I noticed a young woman sitting by the roadside. She was holding a baby in her arms, looking lost and desperate. Something about her reminded me of Gianna, and I couldn’t just walk past her.
My son, Sebastian, lived in another city. He was busy with work and his family. He called sometimes, but visits were rare. I missed him, but I understood. Life pulls us all in different ways.
My days were quiet. I shopped for groceries and went to my weekly book club meetings.
One afternoon, after getting groceries, I saw a young woman sitting by the road, holding a baby wrapped in a thin blanket. She looked tired and sad, but something about her caught my eye.
Maybe it was her eyes, full of exhaustion, or the way she held the baby so protectively. She reminded me of my daughter, Gianna.
I couldn’t just walk past her.
“Do you need help, dear?” I asked softly as I approached.
She looked up, startled. “I don’t want to be a burden,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Nonsense,” I said. “You and the baby need warmth. Come with me.”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Thank you,” she whispered.
We walked back to my house in silence. The baby stirred in her arms, and she held him tighter. I brought them inside, offered her a seat, and warmed some tea. The house had felt cold for so long, but now it seemed alive.
“What’s your name, dear?” I asked, handing her the tea.
“Julia,” she replied softly. “And this is Adam.”
I smiled at the baby, who blinked at me with curious eyes. “He’s a handsome boy,” I said, trying to make her feel comfortable.
“Thank you,” Julia said, a small smile forming. “He’s all I have.”
In the days that followed, Julia stayed with me. She got a job at a local store, and I cared for Adam while she worked. He brought joy to the house, his little giggles filling the rooms with life. It felt as though everything had changed.
“Thank you for letting us stay here,” Julia said one evening after putting Adam to bed. She sat across from me, holding a cup of tea.
“It’s been good for me,” I replied. “The house was too quiet before you came.”
“I don’t know what we would’ve done without you,” she said, her eyes full of gratitude.
As weeks passed, we grew closer. Julia shared more about her past, including her five-year-old daughter, Aurora, who was in a hospital.
“She’s… not well,” Julia whispered. “But we don’t talk about it much.” There was sadness in her eyes, but I didn’t push her to say more.
Then one afternoon, everything changed.
I came home early from my book club. The house was too quiet. Julia was supposed to be at work, and Adam was with me, so I didn’t expect anything unusual. But when I walked into my bedroom, I froze.
Julia was standing by my dresser, pulling open the drawers. My jewelry, loose bills, even my mother’s old brooch were scattered on the floor.
“Julia?” I gasped, my heart sinking.
She turned, her face pale, tears instantly filling her eyes. “I can explain,” she stammered, dropping everything in her hands.
“Why?” I whispered, unable to believe what I was seeing.
“I didn’t mean to steal,” Julia cried, shaking. “I just… I didn’t know what else to do. Aurora’s surgery… I can’t afford it, and I can’t lose her. I’ve already lost so much.
Her words hung in the air. Despite my anger, I felt my heart soften. I understood her fear. The thought of her losing her child, like I lost mine, was unbearable.
I knelt beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Julia, I know you’re scared. You should have told me. I could’ve helped.”
She looked up, full of remorse. “I was ashamed. You’ve done so much for me already, and I didn’t want to ask for more.”
“We’ll figure this out together,” I said softly. “You don’t have to do this alone.”
Julia wiped her tears, eyes wide with disbelief. “You’re… not angry?”
“I am,” I admitted. “But I understand why you did it. And I forgive you.”
She stared at me, then threw her arms around me, crying into my shoulder. “Thank you… thank you so much.”
That night, I lay in bed thinking. I couldn’t let Julia face this alone. Aurora needed surgery, and if we worked together, we could make it happen. The next morning, I woke determined. I was going to help.
I hadn’t been involved in the community for years, but in my younger days, I had organized events. I started calling people—old friends, former students, and neighbors.
Word spread quickly. People remembered me from my teaching days, and when I explained Julia’s situation, they wanted to help.
“I’ve got things to donate for an auction,” said Maria, a former student. “We can hold it at the community center.”
“I’ll bake pies for the fundraiser,” said Mrs. Ellison from down the street. “People love my apple pies.”
“We could put on a play,” suggested David, an old friend from the local theater. “Sell tickets to raise money.”
On the day of the fundraiser, the community center was full of people. I watched in awe as everyone came together to help Julia and Aurora. The auction went well, with people bidding generously.
The bake sale was a hit, too—Mrs. Ellison’s pies sold out in no time.
When the play started, I saw Julia sitting in the front row, tears of gratitude in her eyes. She glanced at me, mouthing, “Thank you.”
I smiled, feeling proud. This was more than just raising money—it brought the community together. We raised every penny needed for Aurora’s surgery.
The day of the surgery was tense. I sat with Julia in the hospital, holding her hand. “She’ll be okay,” I whispered, more for myself than her. I thought of Gianna, of all the nights I’d spent at her bedside. I squeezed Julia’s hand tighter.
Hours passed, and finally, the doctor came out with a smile. “The surgery was a success. Aurora’s going to be fine.”
Julia collapsed into my arms, sobbing with relief. “Thank you… I don’t know how to ever repay you.”
“You don’t need to repay me,” I said, brushing her hair back. “You’ve already given me so much. You’ve brought life back into my home.”
After the surgery, Julia and the kids came back to my house. It wasn’t quiet anymore. Adam’s laughter echoed through the halls, and Aurora’s sweet voice filled the air. Toys were scattered everywhere, and the once-empty house was now full of life and love.
One evening, as we sat at dinner, I looked at Julia, Aurora, and Adam, feeling something I hadn’t felt in years—contentment.
“Stay,” I said suddenly. Julia looked at me, surprised. “Stay here. You and the kids. This house needs noise. It needs life. You’re like family now.”
Julia’s eyes filled with tears. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure.”
And just like that, the house wasn’t empty anymore. It was full of laughter, love, and the warmth of a new family, bound not by blood, but by something stronger.
Leave a Reply