Despite his proclivities, and to which an amazingly beautiful young lady once admitted in my presence that she’d have gladly indulged, let us keep a man, a Catholic who lived a life none of us can imagine, in our prayers today, the fifty-second anniversary of his assassination.
Not a one of us born in the late 40s or early 50s will ever be able to not recall where, with whom, and how we learned of this tragedy.
I visited his grave in the mid-60s, with my late Dad, also a decorated WW II veteran.
And I can remember, to this day, every step I took and every emotion I felt.
Requiem aeternam dona ei Domine et lux perpetua luceat ei Requiescat in pace Amen +