It was sad that a young woman lost her life, and very sad for her sons. She made the wrong choice of husband, lots of people do that. She made the most of the situation and got the attention she craved. I was so tired of seeing her face everywhere, magazines, newspapers, TV and still it goes on.
It puzzled me how the herd of sheep became so huge, nothing else in their lives to latch on to, a need to cry but no reason to? And even now we are still bombarded with pictures of her.
I watched the funeral cars pass the end of my road because I lived where they passed and it was a historical moment. Aside from which I couldn't get out of the house because of the crowds. It was with relief that it was over, but it is still going on, the story being printed again and again.
People die tragically, a lot, some of them are good people, they don't get all the fuss. She did good things because - why? No need to work, a need to be seen? Who knows.
It is over, let it go.