Nov 22nd1963 - Remembering JFK. All I remember is sensing something terrible had happened. My BD cake burning in the oven and I running towards my mother wipping tears from her beautiful green eyes and telling her we could bake another cake. The phone constantly ringing. I didnt know what was happening. Could all this be because of a burnt BD cake? Then I remember my mother telling me about El Presidente Kennedy. In household of Cuban exiles even a toddler would recognize who that was although to me, off course, he was just the handsome man with the pretty smile and the beautiful lady beside him who had 2 children much like me sister and I although one of his was a boy. I remember my mother telling me that someone had done something terrible and that now El Presidente had gone to heaven. I didnt understand. She said a prayer for the USA and for Cuba. I didnt understand. I waited for my father to come home because for me, my father always made everything fine. He did, but this time, he couldnt. Still, the next day was my birthday, so I had my BD cake, balloons and gifts but the TV was not turned off. I remember the sounds of sadness mixed amongst ballons, and the many gifts. For following days I watched the TV with my mother sitting on the sofa or on my fathers knee. I asked : why? No answer. Ive visited Arlington Cemetery many times and as Ive stood in front of his resting place Ive always murmured that same question : why? Still, no answer....... We miss you Jack. May you rest in peace.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 00:33:10 +0000
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