Abraham's Assassinations

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There are several things I remember about my beloved Abraham. Maybe it is the way he smelled or the sound of his voice or just how he tapped his pencil when he was frustrated. I would always yell at him and tell him not to be such a bother because I never fully appreciated what he did for me. How he made me love. How he made me move forward even though we lost children. He kept me going when I did not want to. Now, I do not have someone to keep me going. Many people ask me if I remember the night; I say no to avoid the question… I honestly remember the night very vividly. I do not see how anyone expects me not to remember it. Shock? My brain just blocking it out? No. I remember everything. Every single small detail from that night. That is why I am writing this. I need to tell all of the details to get it off of my back. …show more content…

The date went down in history. How could anyone forget the date that our president was shot? I could I ever forget the date my husband was shot… The date will forever be implanted in my brain and I will never get it out of my head… It was April 14th, 1865. Two days before that day, Abraham and I were arguing because we never got any time together. He was always busy and I hated being alone. I could not stand it. So, him and I decided to go ahead and take everyone up on their offer for us to go to the theatre.. I guess that is what he called it… The play was Our American Cousin at Ford’s Theatre. I remember being so excited to go because I absolutely loved going to plays… Not anymore though. Abraham sat me down and told me that people at work had been trying to talk him out of going. He asked me if I still wanted to go, but I said yes. We were both looking forward to this for a very long time. Everyone told him that they were fearful a rebel could try to harm them. Abraham assured them that they would have plenty of security… I take it we did not. I mean we thought we were okay, but we clearly did not end up