Part V: Snakes – Then: November 22, 1963: #3 (Chapter 86)
Nana and Pappa waited for me.
The TV on, Walter
Cronkite rehashed the national nightmare.
The three of us clung to
each other, and wept until our heads ached and our chests hurt, as we asked,
“Why?” “Why?” “WHY?”
That was the last time we
truly mourned as a family, at least to my memory. Sure, family members have
since died, some of them suddenly, but it would never be the same as that
November day.
The rest of the day disappeared into a blur and disbelief as we watched events unfold on national TV and as “WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY!?!?!?” sank deep into my psyche.