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she helped break the stigma of hiv/aids by shaking a patient’s hand in middlesex hospital, 1987.

“hiv does not make people dangerous to know, so you can shake their hands and give them a hug. heaven knows they need it.” - diana, 1991.

visiting cancer patients.

diana aspired towards a more informal, relaxed and approachable royal style, to her children and the public. she redefined what it meant to be a woman in the royal family.

diana with landmine survivors during a visit to help a red cross campaign outlaw landmines.

diana holding the hand of a leprosy sufferer during a visit to anandaban hospital, 1993.

princess diana with tourist jim mcginnis in hyde park near kensington palace, march 1997.

my sister's tears hold everything there is to know about love. she wears her pain in her eyebrows, in the twitch of her lips, in the brokenness of her voice. she cries because she misses me. she cries because life grows more and more unbearable. she cries because she didn't get to be a child, either. we're on the opposite ends of the same boat. our father's shadow stains our hands and eyes. our gaze drifts from each other for no more than a second or two. when our eyes lock again, years have passed. it is night now. it is always night now.

my sister's jokes hold everything there is to know about love. she's the best storyteller i know. my mom told me once that she always knows when I'm on the phone with her, because no one else makes me laugh the way she does. i wonder if she knows she's my best friend. i know she knows. but does she? does she feel it every second?

i'm not my sister's keeper, although i wish i was. i wish to God i was.

we're both lighthouses, facing each other. with all our strength, we burn, we try. we try. still, none of us moves. and the wind takes us away piece by piece. until it's done with us, until the stone we're made of turns into grey dust, i'll be looking at her. i'll be learning about love.