My dad had been killed just 9 months earlier on Valentines Day in an automobile accident, just two weeks before my 13th birthday. My mom had tried her best to make turning into a real teenager a special day for me, but it was such a sad time, that no cake, or presents, or festivities could ever fill in the hole that we all were feeling and trying so hard to hide...Then just when we were starting to adjust to life without our father, the President was shot the next November. I was in the 7th grade where everyones hormones, dreams, and drama, were raging and anything that had a mere hint of drama, could cause any of us in puberty to turn into a one-woman or one man monologue of woe is me. I tried to focus my brain onto something besides my own grief and think about what the Kennedy family was going through. The principle of the school had announced the death of our President over the intercom and every teacher, secretary, lunch lady, janitor, and staff member were crying with such deep sobs and pain, that they had to dismiss the schools early so everyone could go home to be with their families. Schools did not re-open until the day after President Kennedys funeral. The whole country was in mourning and everyone was glued to their television sets. I remember in my heart, that this was the day that my innocence died...I never looked at life the same way ever again.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 23:19:18 +0000
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