I had to get home by 6pm. Just had to. Late interruptions notwithstanding, I got in just at 6:05, kissed Amy and hugged Rebecca, and with Rebecca, went straight to the basement (where we keep our TV - discourages careless TV viewing), and saw the casket on the caisson. Several minutes later we saw the horseless rider, and I just broke down crying. Rebecca is too young to understand, but I wanted her with me all the same. I'll tell her about it again when she's old enough to understand. We watched for about forty minutes, until the flyover, and little "squirmin' fuhrmann" just had to be fed. I said out loud, "Goodbye Mr. President", then turned off the TV and went back upstairs.
Life goes on, and for the better due to the actions and faith of this great man.
Ben Domenech describes his experience in Washington, and also has a post I hope he'll link to from his main page forever: quotes from President Reagan.