Jul 12, 2006 13:59
I see yesterday was the 202nd anniversary of the interview between my husband and Aaron Burr. Today is the anniversary of his death. And so began 50 years of longing to be reunited with him again. I lived in Washington with my daughter Eliza in the final years of my life, and everyone always wanted to pay a visit to me, to hear my memories of the Revolutionary War and America's infancy and, of course, my Alexander. While it was wonderful telling everyone what a great man he was, it did make me upset; I always thought we would spend our final years together.
My question for all of you is...when you lost a loved one, was there any specific memory that kept them alive in a way to you?