Four Days, The Historical Record of the Death of President Kennedy
I got home later than usual last night, and to my surprise, my brother-in-law Father Rick (or as I call him, my brother in law the priest) sent us a box full of books from England. Rick has been a priest in England for many years, and often sends us goodie packages. He knows of my interest in history, and included in the box were many books on the Civil War, and one titled Four Days.
I remember seeing this book as a kid. The book is the historical record of the death of President Kennedy. I believe this November is the 50th anniversary of the death of the President, perhaps that’s why he sent me the book. You may own a copy of it yourself. If so, in my opinion, it’s the type of book that should be passed down to future generations.
The book itself is loaded with information and pictures, and as I read through it, my mind flashed back to that horrible day when he was assassinated. I remember my Mom crying her eyes out, and the mailman who was always happy to see me, didn’t say a word to me when he delivered our mail. I remember his jovial smile and greetings were gone, and his mailman’s hat was pulled lower than usual, and he was looking downward. I remember the silence of the neighborhood….so quiet.
It saddened me to reread the book, but also made me realize how important those four days were in the history of the United States, and the world itself. Little did I know while watching the events unfold on television, that I would one day be living in Richmond Virginia, and would several times make the short trip to Arlington National Cemetery to view the site of our fallen President. Thank you Fr. Rick.