Remembering Bobby

It was forty years ago today that Senator Robert Kennedy was shot, then some two days later died. If he were be alive today, he would be in his early eighties, some ten months younger than my dad. I was nineteen years old on that fateful day for Bobby, soon to be twenty. Times were rough for the country back then with the established society being picked apart with cultural and racial tensions and a strong call for change. First Martin Luther King, then Robert Kennedy and finally Bobby, taken away by some dark force that only the universal mind knows. On this side, the earthly conscious side of life on this planet it seems there are many points of view on any situation at hand, and it was very much that way forty years ago also. The country was being divided causing many gaps with families, groups,and individuals that lasted for years.
With this anniversary I am reminded why I don't think that my country is pure of heart, always ethical in its ways, and that I have a pervasive mistrust in the real leadership of this country, this world.
But today if you will, each time you hear on the news about Bobby and his killing forty years ago, pray for him and pray for our country, please. Our future is on the threshold of another change and may the powers of the universe quash any ill conceived plans to take away that change.