Prince Harry and his brother, Prince William, are currently not getting along well. Rumors suggest that William, who will be king one day, doesn’t even want to talk to Harry on the phone. There are reports that William and his wife, Kate Middleton, want to try to fix their strained relationship with Harry.
In his memoir titled “Spare,” Harry talks about feeling like he was less important to the royal family compared to William, who is the future king. Their lives were also marked by tragedy when their mother, Princess Diana, died when they were young.
Their once-close brotherly bond has changed, and Harry has even referred to William as his “archnemesis.” A new report reveals that Harry also has issues with his father, Prince Charles, about something related to his brother.
William and Harry had a happy childhood together, but everything changed on August 31, 1997, when Princess Diana died.
After losing their mother, William and Harry had only their father, Charles. Despite being part of the royal family with its rules and traditions, one would expect them to grieve privately like anyone else. But Harry claims this wasn’t the case when Diana died.
In his memoir, Harry remembers the morning he found out about his mother’s death. He was just 12 years old when Charles came to his room and told him, “Darling boy, Mummy’s been in a car crash.”
Harry recalls feeling shocked and says Charles didn’t comfort him much. Charles mentioned Diana’s injuries and how she didn’t survive. Harry remembers Charles putting a hand on his knee and saying, “It’s going to be OK,” but he didn’t hug him.
Harry also mentioned feeling guilt about his mother’s death and how he and William walked around Kensington Palace after her funeral.
“After our mother’s death, there were 50,000 bouquets of flowers for her, and we were there shaking people’s hands, smiling,” he continued. “I’ve seen the videos, and I noticed something strange – the people we shook hands with had wet hands. It turned out they were wiping away tears.”
Princess Diana’s death shocked the entire world. But at that time, many forgot that William and Harry, two young boys grieving for their beloved mother, had to maintain a public appearance.
The two brothers walked behind their mother’s coffin to Westminster Abbey.
Later, Harry criticized the decision for them, aged 12 and 15, to walk through London with the world watching.
“My mother had just died, and I had to walk a long way behind her coffin, surrounded by thousands of people watching me while millions more watched on TV,” he told Newsweek in 2017. “I don’t think any child should be asked to do that, under any circumstances. I don’t think it would happen today.”
Harry and William used to have a strong bond. When Harry turned 21, he said they were very close and could “talk about anything.”
“He is the one person on this earth who, I can actually really, you know, we can talk about anything and we understand each other and give each other support and everything’s fine,” Harry said.
Today, everyone knows that Prince Harry and his brother Prince William are not getting along. William reportedly doesn’t answer Harry’s calls, and they were already having problems before Harry and Meghan decided to leave the royal family.
In his book “Spare,” Harry wrote about a night in 2019 when he and William had a physical fight at his home in London. Harry said William had criticized Meghan, calling her “abrasive,” “rude,” and “difficult,” which Harry believed was just repeating what the media said.
Things got worse, and Harry described how William grabbed him, tore his necklace, and knocked him to the floor.
“He put down his water, called me a name, and then attacked me. It happened so fast. He grabbed me, tore my necklace, and I fell onto the dog’s bowl, which broke and cut my back. I lay there stunned, then got up and told him to leave,” Harry wrote.
Harry also said William encouraged him to fight back, remembering how they fought as kids. But Harry refused. Later, William returned looking sorry and apologized. Harry said he had visible injuries on his back.
Harry even called William his “archnemesis.”
About a year after Harry and Meghan left the royal family, Queen Elizabeth II’s husband, Prince Philip, died. During that time, Harry and William still had a lot of tension between them. Meghan didn’t attend the funeral, but Harry did. The days around the funeral were intense and emotional for the family.
During Prince Philip’s funeral procession, Prince Harry and Prince William didn’t walk side by side. News reports said Queen Elizabeth II decided they shouldn’t walk together. Instead, their cousin Peter Phillips walked between them.
The Mirror reported that the Queen made sure every detail of her husband’s funeral was just right. She wanted the focus to be on honoring his remarkable life without any distractions.
Some reports suggested it was actually William who asked for Peter Phillips to walk between him and Harry.
Before the funeral, Charles, Harry, and William had a private meeting. This was just a month after Harry and Meghan spoke with Oprah Winfrey in a big interview.
Unfortunately, the meeting didn’t go well. Harry was upset about how it turned out. The unplanned two-hour talk at Windsor Castle right after Prince Philip’s funeral felt like a surprise attack to Harry by his father and brother.
“A source told Radar Online that Prince Harry was surprised by an unplanned meeting with his dad and brother after Prince Philip’s funeral. The source said it wasn’t a good way to start making peace.
In the past few years, Prince Harry and his brother have met only a few times. Recently, Harry and Meghan traveled from the US to England for Queen Elizabeth II’s funeral.
During the funeral, Prince William and Kate walked together with Harry and Meghan at Windsor Castle. They greeted people and saw the many flowers and tributes for the late monarch.
When Prince Charles became king last year, Meghan Markle did not attend the ceremony. Harry went alone to the UK, but he returned to California shortly after the coronation at Westminster Abbey.
Father’s Day was on Sunday, June 16. Reports say Harry tried to arrange a call with his dad for the special day. According to royal expert Tom Quinn speaking to the Mirror, Harry’s attempts were met with hesitation from his father, advised by Camilla not to do anything that might upset King Charles.”
A royal expert says Harry wants to send a nice message to his father, whom he loves. But their issues aren’t private because their lives are very public.
“He knows everyone is watching to see if he’ll reach out to his dad. He wants to ignore their problems and send a warm message,” explained Tom Quinn.
Harry has tried to fix things, but his relationships with his father and brother aren’t good. Quinn said Harry wants to make up, but there’s a big problem: he feels his dad, King Charles, favors William over him.
“It’s important to remember Harry loves his dad, but he’s upset because Charles seems to side with William in family arguments,” Quinn told the Mirror.
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Every Night, My Late Grandpa Spoke to Me in a Dream: ‘Check the Red Box In My Basement!’ – One Day, I Finally Did
When my grandpa passed away, I thought the hardest part would be moving on. I never expected him to start visiting me in my dreams with the same strange message every night. I didn’t want to believe it meant anything — until the day I finally gave in and went to the basement.
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt truly stuck — like you’re running in place while the world around you keeps moving. That’s my life in a nutshell. I’m 22, and I work as a cashier at a run-down grocery store. It’s the kind of job where you smile and nod while people barely make eye contact, praying your register doesn’t freeze up again.
A young male cashier | Source: Midjourney
The pay is terrible, and by the time I cover rent and utilities for my tiny apartment, there’s barely enough left for groceries.
Life wasn’t always like this, though. I grew up in my grandpa’s house — a cozy place with creaky floors and walls full of old family photos. He raised me and my older brother, Tyler, after our parents died in a car accident.
Grandpa did his best to give us a good life and taught me everything I know about working hard and being decent.
But Tyler? He couldn’t have been more different. Immediately we turned 18, we found out our parents had left us a small inheritance. It wasn’t a fortune, but it could’ve made life a little easier.
Close up of two young adult men | Source: Midjourney
Tyler didn’t care about sharing. He drained the account, borrowed money from Grandpa, and vanished without a word.
I haven’t seen him since.
Grandpa and I didn’t talk about Tyler much after that. It hurt too much. We focused on getting by, fixing things around the house, and spending weekends fishing at the lake. Those were the good days.
Grandpa and grandson fishing | Source: Midjourney
After Grandpa passed, I thought the hardest part was over. I thought the silence in the house, the empty chair at the table, and the quiet hum of memories would be the worst. But I was wrong.
It had happened all so fast. Just two weeks ago, I walked into the house after my shift, groceries in hand, and found him on the floor. His favorite sweater was soaked in spilled tea, and the crossword puzzle he’d been working on was half-finished on the coffee table.
I remember dropping the bags, screaming his name, and shaking him like he could wake up if I just tried hard enough.
A heart attack, the doctors said. Quick and unexpected. Nothing anyone could’ve done.
Doctor delivering bad news to a patient about losing a loved one | Source: Midjourney
At the funeral, I kept waiting for Tyler to show up. Not because I wanted him there but because it felt wrong for him not to be. But, as always, my brother didn’t care enough to show his face. Just me, a scattering of neighbors, and a casket I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to.
That’s when the dreams started.
It wasn’t weird at first. Of course, I’d dream about Grandpa — he was the only family I had left. In the dreams, we were back at the lake, sitting on that old wooden dock with our fishing rods, just like we used to.
Grandpa was the same as ever: his baseball cap tilted back, his sleeves rolled up, smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world.
A young man sleeping | Source: Midjourney
“Caught anything yet?” I asked him in one dream, watching my line float lazily in the water.
“Nah,” he said, grinning. “You’re scaring the fish with all that talking.”
I laughed, and for a moment, everything felt normal. But then, his face grew serious, and he leaned in close.
“Listen to me, kiddo,” he said. “Check the red box in my basement.”
The first time it happened, I woke up and shrugged it off. Grief does strange things to people. But the dreams didn’t stop. Every night, the same scene. The same words.
A young man seated in his bed at night | Source: Midjourney
“Check the red box in my basement.”
After a week, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fine, Grandpa,” I muttered one morning, standing at the top of the basement stairs. “Let’s see what all this is about.”
The air down there was heavy, like the weight of a thousand memories. And then I saw it — a splash of red peeking out from beneath a pile of old newspapers.
My heart started pounding. Could this really mean something?
The red box was exactly where Grandpa said it would be, sitting beneath a dusty stack of newspapers. For a second, I just stared at it, unsure if I was more relieved or freaked out.
Young man staring at a large red box in the basement | Source: Midjourney
“Well, Grandpa,” I muttered, wiping my palms on my jeans, “let’s see what was so important.”
The lid creaked as I opened it, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Inside was nothing but fishing gear — spools of line, a box of rusty hooks, and a set of lures. There was even the old reel Grandpa used to call his “lucky charm,” though I don’t think it ever actually caught anything.
I picked it up, turning it over in my hands. “Is this what all the fuss was about?” I chuckled. “You really got me worked up for a tackle box?”
Shaking my head, I set the reel back inside and closed the lid. Maybe the dreams were just my brain’s way of clinging to him. Maybe it was all nonsense.
Young man opening a large old red box in the basement | Source: Midjourney
As I turned to leave, my foot clipped the edge of a nearby box.
“Crap!” I hissed as the whole stack wobbled dangerously before collapsing in a chaotic crash. Dust filled the air, and I coughed, waving it away. “Seriously? Perfect.”
But as I bent down to start picking up the mess, something caught my eye — a metal door embedded in the wall behind where the boxes had been.
A safe.
An old safe with a large circular dial | Source: Midjourney
I froze, my heart hammering in my chest. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
It looked ancient, the kind with a big circular dial and no obvious keyhole. I crouched down, running my fingers over the cold metal.
“What’s the combination?” I muttered to myself, my mind racing.
I tried a few combinations, starting with Grandpa’s birthday. Nothing. Then I tried Tyler’s, just to see. Still nothing.
“Come on,” I muttered, wiping sweat from my forehead. Then, almost on instinct, I tried my own birthday.
Click.
Young man opening an ancient safe | Source: Midjourney
The sound echoed in the quiet basement, and I froze. Slowly, I pulled the door open, revealing neat stacks of cash — so much that I could hardly believe my eyes. Fifty thousand dollars, at least.
My hands shook as I reached in and pulled out a note tucked beneath one of the stacks. It was Grandpa’s handwriting, shaky but familiar.
“For my boy — everything I couldn’t give you in life. Use it to build something good, and don’t let the world beat you down. Love, Grandpa.”
Tears blurred my vision as I sat back, clutching the note. He’d left it for me. After everything, he’d left me the inheritance he must’ve saved bit by bit over the years.
Thousands of US dollar notes inside an ancient safe | Source: Midjourney
“Thanks, Grandpa,” I whispered. My voice cracked, but for the first time in weeks, I felt something close to hope.
The money changed everything.
I didn’t blow it on luxury or take the easy way out. Grandpa’s note kept playing in my mind: “Build something good.” And so, I did.
Six months later, the doors to Peter’s Coffee opened, a cozy little shop tucked on the corner of Main Street.
The walls were lined with fishing memorabilia — a framed picture of Grandpa and me at the lake, his lucky reel mounted above the counter, and even the old red box, now polished and displayed by the register.
A cozy, inviting coffee shop | Source: Midjourney
People loved it. Maybe it was the smell of fresh coffee or the warm, homey vibe. Maybe it was because it was personal. I made sure to tell every customer about the man behind the name, the one who gave me everything when he had so little.
I thought about Tyler, too. I tried calling him, left messages on the only number I had, and even sent an email. But, just like before, there was no answer. Part of me wanted to be angry, but another part just hoped he was okay.
Young man smiling in his cozy coffee shop | Source: Midjourney
One evening, as the shop closed for the night, I lingered behind the counter, wiping down tables. The fishing reel above the door caught the light, and I smiled.
“See, Grandpa?” I said softly, looking around the shop. “I did it.”
I swear I felt a warm breeze sweep through the room, even though the doors were shut.
And in my mind, I heard his voice, as clear as ever:
“You did good, kiddo. You did real good.”
A young man standing in his cozy coffee shop at night | Source: Midjourney
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