Today is 49 years since Bobby Kennedy left us, courtesy of an assassin’s bullet, and coincidently, the 73rd Anniversary of D-Day.
I happen to be a big RFK fan, even having his picture framed on my window sill.
One could say, I could lecture on Bobby.
A friend asked, how could I worship someone so ruthless, someone who worked for Senator Joe McCarthy (1908-1957), and was known for being cold as ice?
He wasn’t cold, but yes, ruthless when it came to his brother Jack, whom he loved more than his own reputation. Where JFK could bask in grace and goodness, Bobby happily did his dirty work, which is why he never got over his brother’s death feeling responsible.
It stretched his heart across America, convincing him he needed to pick up where Jack left off, and would have probably been president, if he wasn’t shot like a stag in full stride.
Along with Louisiana’s, Huey Long (1893-1935), he was the only U.S. Senator ever killed while in office.
He did work for McCarthy he had great reverence for. Even went to his funeral knowing tongues would wag. But you need to understand, Bobby was loyal, searching for the good, living up to his middle name, Francis, for St. Francis of Assisi.
He also fought for what he believed in, and for those he loved.
When asked, if you weren’t a rich man’s son destined for politics, what would you have been…and he said, “A revolutionary.”
He knew the chances of being killed running for president ran high, but the 82 days he campaigned were filled with joy and hope, almost making the risk worth taking. 
The famous photo of him sprawled on the Ambassador Hotel’s kitchen floor, haunts me still…his head slightly raised, hands wrapped in rosary beads a kitchen worker gently placed in them.
His last words were..is anyone else hurt, before shutting his eyes for good, to join his beloved brother, Jack, in the great beyond. 
Robert Frances Kennedy (1925-1968) died on this day, June 6, 1968. He was 42.
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Me, at Arlington National Cemetery, paying my eternal respects…2007.
