Provided by Linda Flowers – Nov. 25, 1963
The week before Thanksgiving at my grandparent’s house, I enjoyed the peaceful ambiance where I always felt loved and cared for. My grandparents showered me with attention. I looked forward to the upcoming holiday, especially Grandma’s stuffed pavo with tons of mashed potatoes, gravy, and cranberry sauce.
On that particular day, I lay on their living room floor, watching the crowds on TV who stood in respectful silence observing a funeral procession. The clopping sounds of horses’ hooves echoed as they pulled a carriage carrying a coffin draped with the Stars and Stripes. I knew the world lost an important man. As I studied the sorrowful faces of my grandparents and peered into their misty eyes, my heart broke, too.
Days later, I shall never forget a serious Grandpa gazing out the window deep in thought. With a sad but loud voice, he bellowed, “He was a greaaaat man! He was a greaaaat man!” I would come to realize that Grandpa referred to none other than President John F. Kennedy.
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Reflections From the Heart 
Very nice post! It’s amazing the little things that come to us later in life. Enjoyed the writing:) Stopping by from HWG.
Hey there! Thanks for the follow and comments! Hopefully, we’ll meet at the Writers Guild Christmas party 🙂
Yes indeed!
Ruben Perez Ft. Lauderdale Fl