Blaze and I, spent the hours after that, deep diving into the various materials available.
The photo shook me to my core.
What possible connection could I be having with the family of the late President?
The thoughts crossing my mind were shivering me.
That woman, who was supposed to be the late President's wife, had a deep connection with me. I sat down in the middle of our search as remembrance kept sneaking a peek, somewhere in my memory.
I always had a distant image of some people who swept in and out of my mind space.
I never gave it much of a thought, thinking that they were just remnants of some era fore gone.
A family I had hardly known. Torn from me premature.
A loving memory like a falling leaf, that no longer has any connection with it's tree.
I had seen the Pr
