I have never been so greived. Just yesterday, before the play, Abraham spoke these very words to me: "We muct both be more cheerful in the future- between the war and the loss of our darling Wille- we have both, been very miserable." And now it seems as though the misery will never end... To think that I was holding his hand when the scoundrel Booth made the fatal shot... And my ivory and white silk fan is stained with blood, a sick reminder of something that I would not be able to forget anyways. I do not think I will ever be able to do anything but mourn for the rest of my life... And I was not even able to tend to him as he lingered before death! The chamber he was in was crowded, and the men in it were not at all symapthetic of my emotion. I collapsed after hearing Abraham making the death rattle, and when I woke again, he was gone. There is nothing that will console me now; it would have been much better if the muderer had gone after me instead of him.
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Though we are still considered on opposing sides, my sympathies are with you, Mrs. Lincoln. Just when we all believed that the dying had concluded, the life of one more man was taken.
ReplyDeleteMrs. Lincoln, loss is a part of life. I am truly sorry for your loss, and the loss of the nation.
ReplyDeleteMy dear wife, please do not mourn for me any longer...
ReplyDelete~The Ghost of Abraham Lincoln