Diana lives on. She resides in the memory of friends and enemies, in the recollection of her touch by those who felt her presence as the self-appointed angel to the downtrodden; she echoes on videotape, outlining for the BBC a tell-all autobiography that will never be written. Some of the stories repeat themselves: how she listened, how she placed strangers at ease, how she embraced, how she remembered, how she was kind. Others, even in their triteness, resonate with intriguing new meanings now that the arc of her life is completed. TIME has collected some of these fragments, personal reliquaries of...
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