I find myself sitting at my computer wondering where to begin this conversation. Although I was quite young I have a clear memory of this date fifty years ago. The date was Nov.22, 1963. For those who were to young to remember or not yet born, this day in American history was when John F. Kennedy, our then president was shoot and killed in Dallas, Texas…
Much has been written on the subject both fact and fiction. So much as to cloud the truth making it close to impossible to have a clear picture of the whole event Setting aside all the theories, half-truths, assumptions, and the like, I can say with no dispute J.F.K. our then president was shot and killed fifty years ago to the day. Leaving a wife behind to mourn. As well as two children to grow up without a father. And sending a shock wave around the whole world. I don’t think there was anyone on the planet of a mindful age that wasn’t effected by and mournful of his passing.
It was as if the whole world STOPPED breathing for just that moment. And when we caught our breath we felt the void in his passing and something was different. It has been labeled as the end of Camelot. Call it what you may, but be clear of this one thing. I mean no disrespect. That day in Nov. all those years ago more than just a man died, but the hopes and dreams of many both here at home and all around the world.
In closing I would that we remember this man JOHN F. KENNEDY. A man that heard his calling and followed it to it’s end. How many of us would heed that call. and follow? His life challenges mine. I am hard of hearing at times. Maybe I need to listen a little closer. How about you?