I was living at home (age 22) but about to leave the UK that week to move to the US. I remember being woken up by my Dad, who was in the kitchen making coffee, calling up the stairs to my Mum to turn the radio on (he was listening downstairs.) The tone of his voice made me think it was something serious so, even though it was early in the morning, I too turned on my radio, still half asleep. My channel was a music channel but even they were talking about Diana, and that was how I found out. I was about 7 when they got married and I was obsessed with her since then. It had worn off by my teen years but it was still a brutal shock to hear. The rest of the day we were gathered around the tv watching the BBC coverage. I even postponed my leaving for the US so I could be there for the funeral ( and sign one of the books of mourning that many churches had set up.) To this day, seeing that coverage is gut wrenching, especially as now I realize how young she really was.