Objectively, the day was beautiful. The sky was uncharacteristically blue and even though the thermometer read sixty-five, the sun made it feel like seventy-five. The cherry blossoms were blooming in the early April setting, creating a stark contrast to the industrial city of Xi’an. However, I refused to embrace any of the day’s beauty. Today was the final day with my little guy.
Franklin D. Roosevelt once told his friend Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter that if any memorial were to be erected in his honor it should “consist of a block about the size of [this desk], and placed in the center of that green plot in front of the Archives Building…That is all.”