Fifty years ago today President John F. Kennedy was murdered. .

Fifty years ago today President John F. Kennedy was murdered. .


I stumbled upon a short, sorrowful story in the 1963 Denison Herald relating to the loss of Kennedy, but it had nothing to do with crime details. Fifty years ago Kennedy’s daughter, Caroline, turned 6 years old. Instead of a birthday party with a "clown and a real live monkey her mother had provided for two birthdays in the past—and cartoon movies in the White House projection room," Caroline experienced a series of events from her father’s funeral to his burial.


The story said, instead of the party dress she had anticipated wearing for her birthday, the country would next see little Caroline and her brother dressed in pale blue coats, white socks, and red shoes as they rode in a long parade to the Capitol where they arrived at a coffin draped with the American flag.


"After darkness fell Tuesday night, Mrs. Kennedy took Caroline to her father’s grave for the first time. For about 10 minutes they stood alone in the soft blue glow of the flickering eternal light and then went home—a home they would soon leave," the story said.


This year that little girl is the lone survivor of the family the whole world watched go from birthday party planning to utter grief in an instant.