A wistful, beautifully-penned reminiscence, Kelly. When I think of JFK, Jr, I always think of the photo of him, at three, saluting his father's casket. I think the Kennedys came about as close to a royal American family as any family ever has or will. There was such magic and inspiration in the time of Camelot, a time when America made some great strides forward in its thinking and place in the world. In many ways, JFK, Jr, represented a vestige of that hope-of that JFK and RFK spirit-carried forwardas you say, a flicker of light. I guess no one from our generation, or those before us, wasn't pained, or numbed, at least a bit on that summer day in 1999. As always, your words touch my heart, and the hearts of all your readers.
Aww gees . . . you have such a way of turning back time ~ "where were you ~" I must give a nod to Charles' awesome review. And I concur. I remember the suppositions as to what happened, and it made my spine itch with the reality of how quickly, completely life can turn.
A truly heartfelt tribute, Ms Kel. Thank you for the reminder with this wonderful read.
A wistful, beautifully-penned reminiscence, Kelly. When I think of JFK, Jr, I always think of the photo of him, at three, saluting his father's casket. I think the Kennedys came about as close to a royal American family as any family ever has or will. There was such magic and inspiration in the time of Camelot, a time when America made some great strides forward in its thinking and place in the world. In many ways, JFK, Jr, represented a vestige of that hope-of that JFK and RFK spirit-carried forwardas you say, a flicker of light. I guess no one from our generation, or those before us, wasn't pained, or numbed, at least a bit on that summer day in 1999. As always, your words touch my heart, and the hearts of all your readers.