I am watching the JFK movie tonight and remembering being an impressionable young teenager when Kennedy was killed. We lived in Maryland then and I remember my mentor and second mother Allie Gretschs tremendous and profound grief at his death. I remember knowing something TRULY AWFUL had happened and being scared and confused about that. Shortly after, my father was transferred to Dallas. My beautiful and loving Allie cried and told me, You cant go there; thats where they killed the President. I didnt want to go there either and I certainly didnt want to be without my Allie. It was such a hard and difficult move for me. I thought Dallas was inherently evil. I was so very young. We all need to remember how young ones process significant world events and how to be with them through it. Allie did help me understand as she respected my intellect enough to dialogue with me about it all even though I was young. She always made me THINK. I always THOUGHT hard because she loved me and believed I could and should. Dear God, I miss her deeply.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 01:34:04 +0000