We all know today is the 50th anniversary of the assassination of JFK. How could we not with all the media hype around it the last month or so? Movies, tv specials, newspaper articles, and Internet sites talking about it ad nauseum have shoved it down our throats.
Let’s take a moment today and think about not only the loss to a nation but of the more personal loss that his mother, wife, kids and the rest of his family suffered. The family had to grieve so publically, it seems to me that was even more horrendous. They had absolutely no time to truly mourn as they had to be the face of the nation.
I sometimes think the nation forgets that more profound loss of a daddy that made time for his kids – read to them, played with them and was an important part of their lives. Yeah, he may have been a womanizer and not the best spouse but this little nuclear family was the never same again. Having known friends and family who lost parents at a very young age, it has a profound affect on the psyche.
Imagine what their lives may have been had their daddy lived.