My Twelve Year Recovery From the Loss of My Father

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When President Kennedy the handsome, heroic leader of the free world died, I can still recall clearly what I was doing. Then, intensely political, his death affected me.

Fifty years later when my father, another hero died, the details are unclear. I can only recall my anger because the sun was still shining and all the activities of normal life swirled around me. Grief…