Mrs. Kennedy, Clint Hill, and Me

Michael, I just finished reading the book, Mrs. Kennedy and Me. Written by Clint Hill, the secret service agent that was assigned to protect Mrs. Kennedy - just like from day one, I was assigned to protect you. This fate of ours was something we did not expect but a task that would touch our souls and change our lives forever.

Clint was to protect Mrs. Kennedy from harm and allow her to live her life as normal as possible. They built up a trust and understanding that no one could truly understand. I, being the older one, was to protect you from harm all the while  growing up with you. Our connection is a bond that could not be broken and one that no one could truly understand.

Clint, in his mind, failed when he allowed Mrs. Kennedy to see her husband get shot and die in her arms. I, in my mind, failed when I saved myself from the water but couldn't save you.

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Mrs. Kennedy was sitting next to her husband as he died. I was standing right next to you, Michael, as we both got caught in the rip tide. I was standing right next to you when you died. Oh god, do I remember seeing your body harden as all the life was drained out of you.

Mrs. Kennedy, from the time her husband was shot, never left his side. I, from the time you were dragged to shore, never wanted to leave your side.

Mrs. Kennedy, wanting to see her husbands body before the casket was closed, spent precious moments with him alone. I, needing to see you before I lost sight of you forever, spent precious moments with you alone, begging you to come back to me.

Mrs. Kennedy kissed her husbands coffin right before it was lowered into the ground. I placed a flower and was the last one to touch your coffin as it was lowered into the ground, sealing my fate that you were truly gone.

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As the whole world grieved the loss of President John F. Kennedy, Clint Hill and Mrs. Kennedy were stuck in their own world.

As family and friends grieve the loss of you, Michael, I am stuck in my own world, alone.

Mrs. Kennedy, Clint Hill, and Me all have a unique bond. A bond that we wish could be broken but instead a bond that leaves us closer than most.

"The loss is not yours alone, she said & you will see it in their eyes when they do not think you are watching. How long does it take? I said & she put her hand on my chest & we did not speak." - Storypeople

No fears and fearless, MHF