1997 was a bad year. Let’s relive it again, shall we?
1997 was not a good year for me. That’s the year my mother died. It’s also the year Mother Theresa and Princess Diana died. But who of these three gets remembered every year? Yep. Diana. I remember 1997 very well. I clearly recall the one or two days of news coverage over Mother Theresa, contrasted against the one or two months of Diana. Like who gives a f-ing shit about Diana. I’m sorry, but she didn’t do squat to alleviate world suffering nearly as much as Mother Theresa did. But if you ask a room full of first graders who Mother Theresa was, you’ll get a bunch of confused faces. Ask them who Princess Diana was and they’ll all raise their hands to answer eagerly. That is an example of just how f-d up we are as a culture.
So, now we’re once again reading about a remembrance service for Princess Diana. It reminds me of two bad things: my mother’s passing and how we all so easily forget someone like Mother Theresa.
