"In America, we have the right of Freedom of Speech. We can say pretty much anything we like, when we like, but there is a time and a place to say it. When you say something tells as much about you as what you say, sometimes more," writes Deborah of My Little Corner of the World, a blog we discovered in our stats this morning. A thoughtful and touching tribute:
I imagine that I, like most Americans, and most of the world, watched the State Funeral for President Reagan last evening. I remember Kennedy's funeral, but for some reason don't remember Eisenhower or Johnson's. I know I had to have watched them.
I found myself breaking down in tears. I'm not sure what brought it on. Maybe it was memories of my own parents' funerals. I didn't know Mr. Reagan, except as a President. I didn't have much feeling one way or the other for him at the time. I'm sorry to say I was too wrapped up in my own little world to understand just what he was doing and what he stood for.
But what really got me was the quiet respect. The only time I heard voices was when Mrs Reagan appeared. There was a scattering of applause and people called out to her saying, "We love you, Nancy" and "God Bless you." She acknowledged all this with a slight, sad smile and a wave. I noticed as she rode in the limo behind the caisson that she would wave to the crowds. I thought it showed just what a classy lady she is.