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For me death is something very personal. It has stood at my shoulder since the week before my 5th birthday. As I viewed this ABC News clip from June 1968, I experienced a flood of ravaging, raw emotions. I remember the funeral on the morning of my afternoon high school graduation. Edward Kennedys closing sentences of his brief, but poignant eulogy rang and vibrated and resonated in my mind and heart as I sat with a few hundred 18 year olds in Detroits Ford Auditorium waiting to receive our high school diplomas and embark on journies that would take us to distant lands and places, yet always connected by emotional sinew to this day, this year (1968), this community (Wayne, Westland, Detroit), and this place (JGHS). 46 years later the memories and feelings and emotions are as they were on that day four plus decades ago. What might have been is the reoccuring question. The shadow of hope, thought certainly diminished and disquieted, lingers and nudges still. It was almost 9:30 pm when the funeral train of RFK pulled into the Washington, DC station. It was a night cortège that made its way through the streets to Arlington Cemetery. He was laid to rest in the dark, amidst minimal light and many shadows. Often, my life has been lived with minimal light and many shadows. If it were not for The Light it would be lived in total darkness. Maybe thats another reason I run/walk at night, doing so guarantees that even in the darkest corners and crevices of life, periodically I see The Light. Watch this news clip. You will be transported to this day in 1968. The strings of your heart will vibrate, I promise. -- with Linda Nevin-Pester, Robert H Greenfield, Marilyn Wedenoja, Rita Blevins Eckhout, Brenda Boyd, Marilyn Friebel, Suzy Weber, Angie Asche Pascoli, Dinah Harrison Watson
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 15:40:36 +0000

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