Sad Day For Our Nation

President Ford’s Funeral

I love historical events.  A president’s funeral is no exception.  I sat and watched CNN for an hour straight on Saturday just watching the mourners pour past President Ford’s casket in the Capitol building.  I did the same during Reagan’s time lying in state.  I wish I could’ve have gone, but it has not been feasible either time.  Poor Rachel and Warren returned to my house Saturday evening only to watch the re-airing of VP Cheney’s remarks for the service at the Capitol.

This morning was the state funeral.  I did not get to see near as much as I wanted to, as I had a meeting at 11:00.  I was born in 1978 so Ford’s time as president did not have a direct effect on me.  I’ve only known him from my history classes – most of which I have narrowly escaped from with a grade of a C.  I’m not good at History.  Dates, places, times and names do not go anywhere logically within my brain allowing me to recall them in proper arrangement.  I have, however, always been intrigued by Ford.

I enjoyed reading about how he handled being President and have always enjoyed hearing the stories about his children.  The past week has been full of touching moments looking back over his life and the photographs of he and his family during that time. 

Only one moment brought me to tears.  It occurred this morning.  They removed his body from the Capitol and placed it in the hearse to carry it to the National Cathedral.  From there, the procession travelled past the White House and to the Cathedral.  There were many moments along this way that moved various people, but the one that got me best was when our current President, W, escorted Former First Lady Betty Ford into the Cathedral.

President Bush had Mrs. Ford’s left hand in the crook of his right arm.  I immediately thought of a wedding.  Though they had not yet brought in President Ford’s casket, all I could think was, “One day, 59 years ago, Mrs. Ford walked down a similar aisle, perhaps on the arm of her father just as she holds the arm of President Bush.  That walk down the aisle led her to marry the man of her dreams.  This walk leads her to say good-bye to him.”  I immediately began to weep. 

   Maybe it is all the wedding exposure I have had this year.  On May 20, I walked down the aisle of my church holding my daddy’s arm.  At the end of my aisle was Jeff Cronin.  What an incredible journey that walk was!  I was so excited about the long married life that we had before us.  On October 7, Rachel Ledbetter walked down a long aisle on the arm of her daddy to marry my baby brother.  I couldn’t contain my emotions.  It was so surreal.  That walk that a girl takes down that aisle to marry a man begins an even greater journey that often ends in nearly the same way – a long walk down an aisle to your groom, but this time he is gone…

It took me several moments to compose myself.  I know that the symbolism would be even greater if his casket was already up front, at the end of that aisle, but the thought is still the same.  I cannot imagine taking that final walk down the aisle to my groom – nor do I want to.  Today, however, made me think of that moment that lies someday in my future.  Hopefully far away in my future.

Will I have as much grace as Mrs. Ford?  Will have as much composure?  At this point in life, all I can think is “No”.  I wept in the hallway before walking down my wedding aisle.  I wept in the middle of my vows.  I admire these great women – these wives of our Presidents – for the examples of composure and grace they set for us even after they leave the office.

Rest in Peace Gerald R. Ford.  May God take care of your widow…

5 thoughts on “Sad Day For Our Nation

  1. Wow. This is a great post. We watched some film last week about Mrs. Ford’s alcohol dependency and the result of her willingness to confess this.A side note after reading your last two paragraphs: I don’t think that composure and strength are the same thing.

  2. No offense taken
    I really don’t frequent those places too much. Unless darts or football is involved, then I will go to a bar. To quote Johnny Lee, ” no more looking for love in all the wrong places.” 
    Thanks for your kind comments. Haha yes I do remember Becca.       She is a catch!  I’m sure that when the right one comes along, I’ll be ready for her. I guess now, I’m really “once bitten, twice shy” (to quote the 80’s hair rockers Great White).
    Have a good rest of the week…4 day weekend comin up. Woot woot!

  3. Haha I lived through most of the 80’s, thank you very much. Even though a 1st grader doesn’t get to listen to much radio, I love 80’s music.  70’s is my favorite though: Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, James Taylor, etc.

  4. It’s not wise to make posts at times when you haven’t slept in a day…Yeah I had a friend of mine take exception to what I said. Doesn’t change my feelings, necessarily, but I chose the wrong venue for such an expression. Ah, no matter, we’re all good.

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