From my trip to DC a year ago next week. When I got to RFK’s memorial I was completely alone. At the eternal flame of JFK’s grave I was surrounded by school children and other tourists, but when I got here…I was completely by myself. The silence in Arlington is palpable, and the moment actually brought me to tears. It is a strange thing to stand at the grave of a hero.  A hero who lived and died before you were even born. Bobby was the hope.  And I am moved by people who can evoke hope.  It is not an easy feat to accomplish, and until very recently I had never seen anyone in my lifetime pull it off the way that the Jack and Bobby did. Robert F Kennedy, November 20, 1925-June 6, 1968

From my trip to DC a year ago next week.

When I got to RFK’s memorial I was completely alone. At the eternal flame of JFK’s grave I was surrounded by school children and other tourists, but when I got here…I was completely by myself. The silence in Arlington is palpable, and the moment actually brought me to tears.

It is a strange thing to stand at the grave of a hero.  A hero who lived and died before you were even born.

Bobby was the hope.  And I am moved by people who can evoke hope.  It is not an easy feat to accomplish, and until very recently I had never seen anyone in my lifetime pull it off the way that the Jack and Bobby did.

Robert F Kennedy, November 20, 1925-June 6, 1968