I can’t express my feelings of how I felt anymore than I did in a 2012 blog I wrote. But today 50 years to the day when this man was taken from us. It has been a more than a emotional week. It has been downright painful.
“Some men see things as they are and say why. I dream things that never were and say why not.”
His wife Ethel and his children weren’t just robbed of a husband and dad, this whole country was robbed of one of the most educated, most experienced, gifted, talented politicians. We were most robbed of his compassion and for fighting for his convictions to help the most vulnerable people in society.
His fight for civil rights, the poor, his concern for the sick and the starving. A man who told his children pounding his fist on the dinner table “You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are” and you must do something.
On June 5, 1968 we didn’t just lose Bobby, we lost Hope.
And it has never been the same since. My hero then, now and forever until my demise. 50 years later I still sit as stunned as I did that night… and I have not yet still gotten over it.
11 then, 61 now and I will never forget that night and the next… and the days following.
Much Love Bobby, you will never be forgotten. You are in our hearts and soul.
Now It’s On To Chicago And Let’s Win There….
The Biggest Heart
Was Bobby Loved….. you bet.
I could post another thousand and it would never be enough.
There will never be another politician or man again in anyone’s lifetime like Bobby Kennedy.
That Hope Was Lost, the Love for him continues…..
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Bobby Kennedy Funeral Train… One Woman Spoke For Us All Without Saying One Word.
Out of all the millions that lined the route from New York to Washington. It was this one woman that epitomized what all of us felt that day. The deep deep solemn sorrow. Her crying and reaching out in pain was all of us reaching out to the loss of Bobby and his whole family.
It didn’t get any more poignant than this. She spoke for the whole nation and those throughout the world who also mourned with us.
June 8, 1968. Train passing through Baltimore, MD.
I watched every single moment of that day. From the funeral service at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in NY, then this entire funeral train route into Washington, then finally into Arlington National Cemetery…
It was night when they laid Bobby to rest.
I went to bed that night at 11 years old and wondered why.
Fifty years later now at 61, I’m still asking it.
It is a pain that has never healed and I don’t think it ever will.
Bobby Kennedy… The Best President We Never Had.
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