Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far into the silent land;

When you can no longer hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turn to stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you planned:

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.
-CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Don't let it be forgot, that
once there was a spot,
For one brief, shining moment,
that was known as Camelot
This eternal flame is dedicated to the memory of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Jr. May he rest in peace. The world will miss him and his beautiful wife, Carolyn Bessette Kennedy.
John Kennedy Jr.
Born: Nov. 25, 1960
Died: July 16, 1999

A graduate of Brown University in 1983 with a degree in history, he went on to study health care and adult education at University of Delhi India in 1983. He attended law school at New York University in 1989 and passed the bar in 1990. He worked for the Manhattan district attorney's office for four years before he found the political commentary magazine George of which he was editor-in-chief. He married Carolyn Bessette in 1996.
John introduces his political magazine George to the world.
Our Father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory for ever Amen
An American Tragedy
It was one of those days we will always remember: the day we heard John F. Kennedy Jr. - young, strong, full of promise - had vanished into a watery grave along with his beautiful wife, Carolyn Bessette Kennedy and her sister, Lauren Bessette.
The Kennedys have given us too many of those days: November 22, 1963 - John F. Kennedy Sr., gunned down in Dallas; June 5, 1968 - Robert F. Kennedy killed by an assassin's bullet in Los Angeles; May 19, 1994 - Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis succumbed to cancer.
Now, July 17, 1999 - the torchbearer of the Kennedy dream snatched from us before he had a chance to make his mark on history. As his ashes, along with those of his wife and her sister, drifted silently on the surface of the sea, we realized that we all knew him.
He was the imp who made us smile as he crawled around his proud dad's desk in the Oval Office. He was the tragic waif who made us cry as he saluted his fallen father's casket. He was the golden Adonis whose chiseled torso reminded us what youth and health and vigor were all about.
He was a loyal husband and a devoted son. He was a decent, compassionate, honest, down-to-earth, hardworking young man who showed us all that is good in ourselves.
Like his father, mother and uncle, he'll always live in our hearts.
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