It was 50 years ago that we lost a great man, a leader, an inspiration.
It is with great sadness that JFK’s death was the stimulus for my conception.
The United States and the world lost a president in great tragedy. Anyone that was alive at that time has a memory to share…what were you doing on November 22, 1963?
My parents created a memory that night, a love child conceived out of compassion.
I am the last of six children. My five sisters and brothers all born within seven years of one another. I came along five years after my closest sibling. And, I remember being told by some that I was a “mistake.”
However, once I figured out that I was born exactly nine months after Kennedy’s assassination, I approached my mother to inquire about my conception.
Being a discreet woman and not overly revealing about anything having to do with sexuality, my mother answered my query by saying, “Molly Dolly…sometimes when tragedy happens, two people that love one another share their sadness by holding each other for comfort.
My response, “OK Mom…can you just tell me if you and Dad had sex that night?” I never did get a definitive answer from her, but many years later I built up my courage to inquire with my father. He, in a very matter of fact fashion confirmed that I was conceived from love, in comfort and with intention.
So, while I regret the impact that JFK’s death on the rest of the world, I feel blessed that my parents found comfort with one another and brought me into the world.
I embark upon my journey to 50, with nine months remaining in the celebration of the first half of my life.