Thanksgiving, A Time of Sadness
Forty one years ago today, Nov. 22, our beloved President Kennedy was assassinated. Many of us can remember what we were doing when we heard the news. The nation was stunned. We watched as his little son saluted as the caission bore the body away. The lovely wife and handsome son are dead now too as are the President's mother and brother. I'm always reminded of what Rose Kennedy said about time, and forming scars.
Tomorrow is my son's birthday. We miss him so.
I'm thankful for all of you.