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| We Were Here |
November 22, 1963,
I remember what I was doing - beginning to sew the dress I would wear to
Earline and Tom's wedding.
Working at the
dining room table, picking out patterns and determining the fabric needed, the
TV was on. Abruptly, a news bulletin
interrupted programming.
Shocked
disbelief/miserable belief intertwined, jumbling my emotions. Acceptance of the
completeness of the tragedy was almost immediate for me, considering even the
earliest details.
My two toddlers,
Farah and John Darin played nearby. Looking at them, tears welled up in my
eyes, grieving for the loss to those other toddlers, Caroline and John-John. And, with every beat of my heart, my sadness
for “Jackie” grew until I let prayer and common sense take over.
However, serious concern
for the security of our Nation just wouldn’t leave my mind. “What’s next?” “What was the total plan for carrying out
this unfathomable action?” President
John Fitzgerald Kennedy had been mortally wounded while riding in a motorcade
in Dallas, Texas. Why? I was scared.
Such a terrible,
terrible tragedy but surely God has blessed America. May He continue to do so.
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