Prayers composed for me by Archbishop of Canterbury Dr Rowan WIlliams on my 10th death anniversary

The First prayer reads:
God our Father, we remember before you Diana, Princess of Wales, and offer you our gratitude
For all the memories of her that we treasure still.
Her vulnerability
And her willingness to reach out to the excluded and forgotten
Touched us all; her generosity gave hope and joy to many.
May she rest in peace where sorrow and pain are banished,
And may the everlasting light of your merciful love shine upon her;
Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

The Second prayer reads:
Father eternal, unfailing source of peace to all who seek you,
We entrust to your love and protection
All for whom this anniversary of the tragic and untimely death of
Diana, Princess of Wales
Reawakens the pains of grief and loss.
Comfort all who mourn, that casting all their cares upon you,
They may be filled with your gifts - of new life, of courage and of hope;
Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen

Harry's speech made me wish against hope to get bak to Earth.

William and I can separate life into two parts. There were those years when we were blessed with the physical presence beside us of both our mother and father.
And then there are the 10 years since our mother's death. When she was alive, we completely took for granted her unrivaled love of life, laughter, fun and folly. She was our guardian, friend and protector.
She never once allowed her unfaltering love for us to go unspoken or undemonstrated.
She will always be remembered for her amazing public work. But behind the media glare, to us, just two loving children, she was quite simply the best mother in the world.
We would say that, wouldn't we.
But we miss her. She kissed us last thing at night. Her beaming smile greeted us from school. She laughed hysterically and uncontrollably when sharing something silly she might have said or done that day. She encouraged us when we were nervous or unsure.
She — like our father — was determined to provide us with a stable and secure childhood.
To lose a parent so suddenly at such a young age, as others have experienced, is indescribably shocking and sad. It was an event which changed our lives forever, as it must have done for everyone who lost someone that night.
But what is far more important to us now, and into the future, is that we remember our mother as she would have wished to be remembered as she was: fun-loving, generous, down-to-earth, entirely genuine.
We both think of her every day.
We speak about her and laugh together at all the memories.
Put simply, she made us, and so many other people, happy. May this be the way that she is remembered.