November 22, 1963
“Dear Boys and Girls … please bow your heads and say a prayer for President Kennedy, who was shot and killed today in Dallas, Texas.”
Me — Third grade, 8 years old and carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. At the end of the school day, I ran home to find my mom glued to the television set watching the scene unfold again and again. Her handsome, young, Irish Catholic President was dead. His photo was on our wall next to the photo of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and next to the statue of St. Jude.
The entire house was quiet and sad. I didn’t understand it all but I knew something had shifted in our world.
What about you? What do you remember?