I have always known I was American. Like I knew I was their daughter, and granddaughter.
I knew that sensation of loss the day President Kennedy died and the way I knew the world would never be the same.
Because of the life and the death of one American.
How he lived. What he said. How he inspired.
Because of each one of us who recognizes something in this place or in another person. Because we can breathe and we know others can.
I do not want to lose that thing. It pains me to think of the many who have lived and those who have given everything so that we can think, and feel, and realize. And find our true voice. That this bright place and song might ever be lost.
That I might no longer be American.
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