Edward Kennedy's final goodbye

After Veteran’s Day in 1963 John F. Kennedy stood near the mansion of Robert E. Lee saying, “I could stay here forever.” No one knew that three years later that spot would become Kennedy’s eternal resting place. Now known as Section 45 including graves for Robert Kennedy, and the late Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, and has been visited by some 16 million people. Saturday Section 45 had a new addition Edward Kennedy. Kennedy had asked President Barack Obama to hand the Pope earlier this summer a letter stating that he knew that his brain cancer had the upper hand and for the Pope’s prayers. “I know that I have been an imperfect human being,” Kennedy wrote, “but with the help of my faith I have tried to right my path.” The Vatican’s letter response made public told Kennedy that suffering can have its own spiritual force. With the dignity that she has Victoria, the late senator’s wife, walked along the sloped ground, with hand on her son’s arm. On her face you could see the look of utter and exhausted sadness; she had given a 100-hour tutorial on composure and grace.
The thought that of Victoria and the children, stepchildren, grandchildren, nieces and nephews smiling and shaking hands shows me that they are much stronger than I am. The article on http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1919501,00.html has done very well on giving the late Senator Edward Kennedy the respect that he needed. I think the letter that he wrote to the Pope also deserved respect because it was nice that he could rely on one of the most known men on the earth and asked him to pray for him. I know when I lost my mother I had felt lost a strong person of faith would have been reassuring in my time of need. And I know the playing of the taps can have and tap into an emotional rush of grief. I have followed the story of the Kennedy’s for as long as I can remember and the knowledge of the tragedy they have went through would be hard to deal with for even the strongest of souls. With the funeral being in Arlington and me not know that there is about two dozen funerals a day and most of them the white haired men who survived to tell their stories and the other half being the men who are over in Iraq and Afghanistan. My amazement continued when I found that the throngs of millions never show the respect that the men and women who have dedicated their lives to saving our way of life. But the when I also seen that they have their place in Arlington next to the names of Sherman, Pershing, Marshall, and the Kennedy’s.