47 years ago?
I remember it, as if seared in my brain with a branding iron, and I am sure almost everyone of that era also feels that way...
I think as much as that horrid moment is part of my history, our history, an even bigger part for me was, I think that was when my father saw me as an adult for the first time.
I was 17 and in school when "it" happened..everything shut down...teachers and students crying....school closings.... not for a "school shooting", because of fear and hate, but for a National tragedy that affected the world, and we were closing down to a great collective mourning...
I am sure that the whole rest of the family was aware of what was happening, but it is my father and I, that I remember staying up around the clock watching tv coverage..he talked to me about his political feelings and feelings of what happened that day, and days afterward, adult to adult....
My dad died 2 1/2 years ago, and I miss him every day.
Love you daddy...
Janie
I was in first grade. I scarcely remember it. Just that it happened.
ReplyDeleteBrenda
Maybe that's a good thing! It was a very strange thing for everyone to experience trauma at the same time..kind of a strange feeling...different then a natural disaster...
ReplyDeleteBut like I said..I think my dad saw me as an adult..equal..at least it felt that way talking about politics and world events...
That hard event brought a lot of people together in a very strange sad way...my idol/mentor was Jacqueline Kennedy for a long time...