Ronald Reagan
I spent the day watching Ronald Reagan's funeral..... and crying. Actually I spent the week crying and watching all of the ceremonies. And it's only Wednesday! Two more days to go. I can't seem to not watch and it seems like the older I get the more emotional I get. I suppose according to the books it could be hormones and menopause (that story to come), or it could be the adrenalin and anxiety disorder.
I was always bad, but never this bad. My dad and I were always the "leaky" ones in the family. He, like President Reagan, had Alzheimer's Disease and he died a few years ago. (Not a nice disease.) We were very close and I still don't think I'm over it so I suppose that explains a lot of the tears this week. Plus he was a Navy officer and I was a Navy "brat", and I guess the combination of military pomp and circumstance, funeral, and patriotic songs is what gets me. When I saw the riderless horse it was over. (I remembered watching Kennedy's funeral.) Plus my dad and I both really liked Reagan. A great President and a kind man. Forgive my ramblings. You know I really do think it helps to write this stuff down!!
