Today would have been my brother, Jackie's, 56th birthday. Jackie got sick when he was around 5 years old and was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He died in October 1963 at the age of 10. My mom has said that she doesn't really remember much about President Kennedy's assassination because my brother died only a month before that happened. My family had their own personal grief to deal with at that time.
When Jackie died, my oldest sister was 11 and my twin sisters had just turned 8. I wasn't around yet. Before he died, my mom caught him making out his will. She was so upset that she took it and ripped it up. Jackie told her not to worry because she would have another baby. I was born in November 1964. I have always felt a connection to him because of what he had said to our mom. I also think that his comment is why I am a Christian today. I am meant to be here. There is a reason. God created me for His purpose. His purpose isn't always clear to me, but I keep striving to do His will.
Happy Birthday Jackie. I know we will finally meet in Heaven one day.
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