It was a dark sad, sad Day.
Somehow I ended up sitting with My Neighbor and
My Adopted Grandmother, Mrs. Kuethe.
I was 5.
I learned Grief that day,
Profound Grief.
I wasn’t sure why We were Crying and
I found out.
President Kennedy had been assassinated.
No one was ever the Same.
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