Harry’s legacy

MY deAR wife died aged 45 at Christmas 1992 after a brave three-year struggle with cancer. She left us a wonderful example.

Neither of us had siblings and our parents had died, so at her funeral there were only four relatives: me and our three boys, the youngest aged 12.

The chapel was filled by our friends, with some standing outside. I was told later that many had a tear in their eye as my sons and I followed the coffin into the chapel.

When Princess diana died in 1997, friends told me that the sight of her sons following her coffin reminded them of my wife’s funeral.

like Prince Harry, our youngest son was greatly affected by such a sad loss at the age when he was neither child nor adult.

The pain and absence remain with us and there must be parallels with many other families. I’ve remarried and am a great-grandfather and I feel the lives we have lived are a tribute to the person we lost.

Unlike some, I feel sadness for Prince Harry and wish him a peaceful fulfilment after all the shock, rage and anger. There is so much good left to do with his family and in the world, as his mother would have wanted.

Name supplied, Lincoln.