Reply #13: When I was eight or nine I saw him speak at a Yale graduation [View All]

My brother's class. I remember I was sick as a dog with a fever and was extremely uncomfortable and I am sure annoying to my parents as I lay across their laps to try and get comfortable on a hot day outdoors on the hard wooden folding chairs.

But I could see him up at the podium and could feel his magnetism, charisma, and power.

My cousin died that day too.

When the assassination occurred I remember the news saying two men with guns were apprehended on the bridge by the grassy knoll and I thought "they got 'em" It is a clear memory of live coverage only a few minuted after the shooting.

I wrote a consolence letter to Jackie and I still have her reply with her "franked" signature (probably a stamp, but her signature nevertheless) on the envelope -- although I remmeber hearing that she had signed them all herself. I doubt it though and I still treasure it.

Two weeks ago after the proitests in DC I took my daughter who is fourteen to the gravesites of JFK, Jackie, their children, and Bobbie's simple and small white wooden cross memorial a fe dozen feet away on the hillside.

What a sad and absurd tragedy.

How different our world would have been...