Word: mothers
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...could not hear the quiver in his voice. And we didn't have to. It was there in the practiced cadences, the defiant wit, the stubborn Catholicism that insists on seeing all the way to the gates of heaven. "He and his bride have gone to be with his mother and father, where there will never be an end to love," Kennedy said. And he promised that this family, at least, this old and bruised and sturdy family, would stand by in an eternal wake. "He was lost on that troubled night, but we will always wake...
Caroline chose St. Thomas More, a small, neighborhood Roman Catholic church a few blocks from their mother's Fifth Avenue apartment, where she and John had gone to Mass as children. Despite reports of family friction over the choice of venue, a source familiar with the arrangements told TIME, "From Day One, it was always going to be at this church." The church, with its English pastoral, beige-stone sanctuary, is plain, and for the ceremony it was furnished simply. Two white hydrangea flower arrangements sat on either side of the altar on the floor. To gain access, almost every...
...printed until 1 a.m. It was her decision to ask Ted to deliver the eulogy. But even if she didn't eulogize John, it was she and her children who became the emotional center of the service. She reminded the mourners about the love of literature that her mother had bestowed on her and John, and then read Prospero's speech from Shakespeare's The Tempest, a play in which he had performed. It was an acknowledgment that her brother had lived on a big stage but had understood that its "insubstantial pageant" would fade. "We are such stuff...
...steps outside Our Lady of Victory on Cape Cod and beamed, as if to say what a job we have done. He toasted John at his intimate island wedding in 1996. He took John and Caroline on rafting trips. He kept vigil with them at the bedside of their mother, who succumbed to cancer at 64, and gave a eulogy at that funeral...
This summer, I decided that I was going to live with strangers. As much as I love my mother's cooking, I knew that I couldn't handle another summer at home. It was time for a change. So, after sending out the requisite cover letters and resumes, I bought my ticket to London. With some pride, I informed my parents ever-inquisitive friends that no, I did not have prearranged housing--I would find a place when I arrived...