I have been to Brookline to celebrate his birth. I have been to Dallas to feel anger at his murder. I have been to Arlington to mourn his death. And I have been to his library in Boston to revel in his achievements.
11/22/63. It was 50 years ago, it was yesterday. The hopes of my generation rested in this man, and 50 years later I have yet to feel this excitement again.
I was a sophomore in college who didn't yet understand mortality. He and I were going to live forever. Dallas changed that and shattered the innocence of an era. We have never gotten it back.
Dallas. Just the word evokes so many memories: a deadly motorcade, a watch at Parkland Hospital, a bloody pink suit, a grassy knoll, the shooting of Oswald. I'm going back this week to pay my respects to the man that was and is no longer. I'm going to grieve for what was lost. I, again, am going to say goodbye to Jack.