On the morning of November 25, 1963, Jacqueline Kennedy stepped into history carrying more than grief. She carried two children, shecarried a watchful nation, she carried the private wreck - age of losing a husband in a way no one should have to witness. And she carried herself. Black veil drawn, posture straigh, face composed into something that resembled steadiness. Not because she was. Because someone had to be. Strength is often misunderstood as brav - ery or resolve. But sometimes it is simply the ability to keep moving when everything inside you has stopped. Kennedy’s composure that day was not the absence of sorrow. It was sorrow care- f u l l y contained, f o r a m o m e n t t h a t demanded more of her than she had to give.
And yet she gave it. Not because she was unbroken.
But because love, even in grief, still shows u p . 9 Winter 2026
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