April 15, 1865 ~ a country’s new beginning, a father’s death. Abraham Lincoln lived for nine hours after a bullet entered his head. Perhaps, now, both country and father were at peace. Perhaps death was the only way this President could find his peace. One wonders.
Lincoln was very intuitive ~ he “knew” things. Maybe that was why he held little focus for security; if security had been tighter, might Booth have failed?
We will never know, we will never know how history’s course might have changed if fate had not brought these two unique individuals together. Fate had crossed these family paths before, which is extremely fascinating.
Edwin Booth is remembered (though not so significantly) as the man who helped Robert Todd Lincoln after he fell from the station platform, saving his life. Now this heroic deed was far overshadowed by his brother, who usurped the life from Robert’s father.
Was fate following these two families, always in the shadow…..intriguing, isn’t it?
“A house divided against itself cannot stand”…..famous, familiar words. Here, at my home in Gettysburg, I walk in the footsteps of this great man and father.
Ironic, how one brother saved a house of loved ones from grief and separation and how one brother took the patriarch of this nation’s house after it was reunited in union again.