A day of mourning
Jun. 11th, 2004 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandMy dad and I had an interesting conversation in the car. It was just the two of us tonight, so we went out to dinner (Mom went to a party at work, and my sister was working). While we were driving, I made the comment that Reagan was ninety-three when he passed away. And Dad didn't believe me! It's like, "Dad, the man was seventy-three went he was elected into office. He served two terms. He was the President when I was born, and I'm eighteen. The man was ninety-three." Mom validated me later. So there, Dad.
I watched part of the funeral. It is a sad, sad day. As some of you may or may not know, I have a slight mortality complex, but that's okay. But there was one part that moved me to tears: Nancy Reagan, hugging the casket with her children around her. That just brought tears to my eyes.
I'm not old enough to remember anything Reagan did, outside of what I've read about or been told about. But still, my prayers to the family and those who loved him.
God speed, Mr. President.
I watched part of the funeral. It is a sad, sad day. As some of you may or may not know, I have a slight mortality complex, but that's okay. But there was one part that moved me to tears: Nancy Reagan, hugging the casket with her children around her. That just brought tears to my eyes.
I'm not old enough to remember anything Reagan did, outside of what I've read about or been told about. But still, my prayers to the family and those who loved him.
God speed, Mr. President.