Pearlman: Remember Joe Kennedy

The days crawl by. Jami Dawn Kennedy tries to will her way through them, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second. What other option is there? Smile a fake smile. Grin a fake grin. Put on a strong front for anyone outside of her tight circle of family members and friends.

“How are you holding up?” they ask.

“Oh, fine,” the widow says.

“Is there anything we can do for you?” they ask.

“No, thank you,” the widow says.

Actually, there is something they can do for her—a small gesture, in lieu of flowers or whatever it is one sends a 26-year-old pregnant widow who lost her husband a mere four months ago. “They,” she says, “can try and remember Joe.”