“You are with him. I’m sure he hasn’t been alone.
Did he ever talk about me?”
“No, he never talked about his private life. I didn’t know anything. But before bringing him to the hospital, he left me this box of Mr. Henry’s hamburgers. He said it was for you.”
“Oh, ma’am, forgive me for not being able to control myself and crying in front of you! It’s just that I feel such great pain!”
“I’m going to the bathroom to buy a coffee,” the woman told me.
Oh, mothers, beings from another planet who are wiser than a Jewish healer! I lay down on the bed and combed that beautiful light brown or blond hair that was almost identical to Kennedy’s. “I love you, Ted, go peacefully because you are a Greek god who came to this Earth to make it a better place.” “I can’t and don’t want to forget you. Die in peace. They say you will surely see your father, who is already dead, and you will reconcile with him. When I die, come for me. Please don’t let me die without you by my side.
You know I won’t know how to navigate Heaven. I wouldn’t know who to ask for directions. You must come for me because you always know where I should go. Oh, Ted, how this hurts!”
I left the hospital crying. No one looked at me on the street. I was in New York. People knew that my heart had been shattered.
A black woman squeezed my hand, said nothing, and continued her way.