Life, of course, went on, and certainly not without its share of great happiness and blessings. Marriage to a kind and caring person, a son of whom to be proud, good friends and co-workers, personal and professional accomplishment. But the passage of time cannotextinguish the fact that, for many of us, a part of our youth and faith died on a bloody gurney atParkland Hospital. What remains indelible, however, is the memory of a brief time those many years ago when John F. Kennedy made the stars aligned for a generation of us, and bestowed on us the privilege of looking to the heavens and seeing limitless possibilities. We will always feel a yearning for those halcyon days of innocently and confidently believing in grandeur, and November 22 will always provoke in us a sense of loss and remembrance of all that might have been.