Chronical of Life: The 5 Longest Days

I was in the classroom: 
JFK assassination. Friday, November 22, 1963, at 
12:30 p.m. Central Standard Time in Dallas, Texas

It seems only right that here on my blog I express how it feels to live through the 5 longest days. Five is a round number in this particular case...not specified because of the influence those very few days will have on the rest of your life.

This past week I was feeling a deep pit of despair...could our country really be ruled (not led) for 4 more years like it has been for the past 4? I am 79 officially and it seemed as though that might be impossible. See, if my husband and I were younger we might have left this country for most of the time. But not now...we would probably be left to just endure, endure, endure.

I wondered...was this the worst five day or was it? 

I had to admit that it really wasn't, not at all. 

For those that are younger than I, there are been many, many 5 days...over and over. The ones that come so easily to my mind is the five days, months and even years that followed President Kennedy's assassination. It was a very dark time and the era had started with so much hope for a life beyond WWII. I hoped for an end to a time of racial discrimination like nothing this present generation had ever seen. Kennedy was working for that. He asked young people to serve their country and they signed up for the Pease Corp. We were headed to the moon and our space program began. The list goes on.

The week following his death, the funeral procession that simply broke your heart and the loss of that bright shining moment in time simply sucked the life out of this country. 

The saddest part is that those people that killed him went on to kill his brother Bobby and Martin Luther King. 

Those like me could only think "when will this end".

I know that these five days are not over...Donald Trump is not going away easily...but there is a chance that we can heal, recover and become civil again. Keep your fingers crossed!

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