I think of it every year because November 22 is my mother's birthday.

I was six, same age as Caroline. I remember coming home from school and seeing a birthday cake on the kitchen table. I figured we were having a party! I walked into the living room and my mother, aunt and some neighbors (who had in fact brought the cake) were huddled around the television, all crying.

Days later I remember sitting in front of the TV, watching the funeral. I remember when Caroline and John Jr. were walking down the steps of the church I was thinking how awful it was for her to have her father die. Little did I know 4 years later...

That's all I remember.

If you're ever in Boston, check out the JFK Memorial Library. Tell them Petunia sent you.