Weekend of mourning led to joy for pair

Beside the terrible sadness of the death of JFK, the weekend brought about one thing that has been wonderful in my life. I was a senior at Loyola University’s Michigan Avenue campus, majoring in history. After classes, I would walk up Rush Street to my job as an office assistant at Supera Property Management.

I was already at work when the terrible news was announced on the radio. Somehow I got through the day and commuted home. The weekend was filled with watching and listening to news sources with my family and friends.

Bill Moylan, a fellow history major at Loyola, was getting off the el in Oak Park that Friday afternoon when a grocer his family traded with told him the president had been shot. Bill said he immediately wondered where I was and was I OK? He thought about what that meant all weekend, and decided to get to know me better.

On returning to school on Tuesday, we learned that one of our professors, Fr. Kemp had died of a heart attack on Monday night. As I sadly walked to work after classes, I saw Bill walking on the other side of the street. I called out and joined him, and he walked me to work. The rest, as they say, is history. We’ve been walking together for 48 years

Sue Moylan

Elgin