J.F.K. Still Loved Today
It’s 50 years ago today that President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed in Texas, U.S.A. I was thirteen years old at the time, and in my Junior High school class when the message came over the P.A.. system. The president has been shot. We were dismissed from our classes and I remember walking home, stunned, perplexed and crying. The president has been shot? Our president,like Lincoln?
When I opened the front door to our house I saw my grandmother sitting in her chair weeping. She was 70 years old at the time, and legally blind, she had heard the news, probably on the radio. We consoled each other and soon after the rest of my siblings and my parents came home. It seemed as if the world stood still as the shock of emptiness envelopes you. Only tragedy and death released that spector again.
When my parents arrived home they put the television on and we were all glued to it from that moment on, even till the next shock of seeing Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby. What! shot right in front of our eyes, on the television, for real?
This was 1963, I was 13 years old, and from that moment on nothing would ever be the same.