The grief and loss over the death of my husband left me in some kind of way. I am going to tell the truth in love, but the truth none the less. Becoming human again was something that seemed and was so far away from me, I tell you! Finding out what happened to him, was worse than the shock I felt as a little girl sitting there in front of the TV and watching Walter Cronkite drop his microphone as he relayed the news that President Kennedy had died from being shot in the head! And being so young and had never experienced such a trauma as that, could only scream and cry there on the floor in front of that Black and White TV!

"The network coverage of the assassination and funeral of John F. Kennedy warrants its reputation as the most moving and historic passage in broadcasting history. On Friday 22 November 1963, news bulletins reporting rifle shots during the president's motorcade in Dallas, Texas, broke into normal programming." - Internet.

I was told of my husband's impending death on the phone, and my legs became like rubber instantly my whole body began to tremble. I felt faint, but didn't and how I walked to where he was, I do not know.

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