After JFK Conference, when I got home, I felt like RFK.

[Octafish]

Heartbroken: I returned to Detroit to discover my best friend had died on the Wednesday I drove to Pittsburgh. It was a shock followed by a hammer blow -- the sudden, unexpected and complete loss of a most trusted friend who truly was my brother in work and in spirit.

My wife and friends did not want to tell me while I was there. Even my best friend's wife, whom I consider a sister, told my wife she wanted me to enjoy the once-in-a-lifetime experience. That's what my friend would have wanted, too.

A journalist, reporter and writer of the Old School, he was the one colleague with whom I most wanted to share what I learned at Duquesne. I got the tragic word upon my return home at 10:30 p.m. Saturday. When I saw my friend and her children at the service yesterday, Sunday, I cried. I'm still crying, typing these words.

The minute before I got the news, I felt like I was on top of the world. I had just returned from hearing many of the great people from whom I've learned over the past 50 years. Some of the younger authors and presenters knew about DU, a couple at least who said they'd learned and benefitted from DU. Regardless of names or percentages, we were there, learning and sharing information.

What I want to first report: DUers we aren't wasting our time following research, news, and analysis pertaining to the assassination of President Kennedy. In those three days, I learned more in many college courses I’ve taken on history or science. I couldn’t wait to share what I learned with my family and friends on DU and in life.

So, after being gone four days, I got home and greeted my family, whom I missed dearly. I sat down and took a bite to eat and asked why everyone was sad to see me. My wife told me my that we had lost a friend. His name was the first that came to mind, considering his job involved a lot of travel. My friend had passed away on Wednesday, perhaps while I was driving up to the conference.

No one knew what happened until his daughter came home from school and found him. He was a great man. Tops in every way. A family man. A patriot. A man of integrity. He was only 60. The blow will never leave my heart or anyone blessed to be part of his family, nor from the hearts and minds of those who knew him or crossed paths with him. He was that great a human being.

When I get my stuff together, I promise to share exactly the news and information from the JFK Assassination and what We the People can do to restore Justice in the JFK case. Of course it has to do with fair elections, stopping Wars without End for power and profit, and end Police State America. Hint: All it takes is You.

I will tell you why I felt like RFK upon my return from Pittsburgh: The loss of a brother leaves a void that cannot be filled.