I felt like that 5 year old little girl watching t.v. as I watched the flag draped coffin of President Kennedy. For a moment I was back there...I was sitting on the floor, with my legs "indian style" in front of the t.v. All the emotions surfaced, this was another fallen icon of my time.
I was sitting on the couch today, but as I looked down, I was sitting the same way as I was as that little girl. How strange, I wasn't even aware I could sit that way anymore.
As I listened to the stories both today and last night about Ted Kennedy, I was amazed at the personal side that I had never heard of or could have even imagined.
I always admired the Kennedys. Coming from a large, flawed family myself, I understand family dysfunction. Through all the years, the way they stayed together, facing so much loss, sadness, family tragedies, the bond was never broken.
There are no perfect families. The Kennedys included. But what they do have is a love, acceptance, courage, loyalty that most families do not.
Seeing the younger generation go up and speak at the service, I heard the voices of the future.
Ted, the dream does go on, living through those most precious to you to carry on.