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Veteran's Day and an Etiquette Question
2004-06-12 - 3:37 p.m.
Warning Label and comments on the Week
Let's see... here's my warning label:
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Other than that, not much else going on other than the week of mourning that everyone else has been talking about.
Reagan was the first president I really remember having an impact on my life. Other than my parents, the love that he and Nancy had and were willing to show to the public was my first "look" at what I wanted the love of my life to be like. My best friend, my confidante, and someone that I just WANT to be around. The one I look forward to at 4:55p.m., the one I get to cuddle with when I'm feeling "off". I know that most of that was probably scripted for the cameras.. but still... that's what I wanted. He wasn't perfect, neither was she. I found him to be warm and engaging, she appeared to be cold and aloof, to everyone that is, but him.
I think that the world needed the time to say their goodbye, but at the same time, I think a week was too long for his family. They shared him with us, when I can only imagine that they wanted to keep this to themselves. I know that's what I wanted when my father died. The last thing I wanted to be was "gracious". I don't know how Nancy did it. She stayed calm and reasonable and gracious til the very end. I saw a picture this morning on the news just after the graveside service in Simi Valley. She finally lost it, and in her grief, she bent over the casket one last time. I can't blame her... and in that moment, she was REAL. Not just some well put-together lady, she was a woman who had lost her made of over 50 years and the pain was evident.
God Bless you Nancy for staying with the man you love, even through his darkest hour, for giving me the chance to see what "fairytale love" is like. It does exist!
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