A ROOM CAN be an interesting place.
It can be a place for a person to express himself or herself, or it can be a place for governments to conduct their business.
A room can be a place where life begins, and a room can be a place where it ends.
On our last family vacation to Washington D.C., I stood in the room where Abraham Lincoln died.
A little while earlier, I’d stood in the room where he’d watched a play and peered into the balcony box where he was shot.
We’d walked across the street, up the Petersen House steps, through the house and into the back room where the nation’s 16th president took his last breath.
I stood in the room and thought about the most famous words spoken in the moments after Lincoln’s death.
United States Secretary of War Edwin Stanton said, “Now he belongs to the ages.”
The ages since have remembered Lincoln as one of the greatest presidents in the nation’s history.
I am in my room for the night.
I figured I’d turn on the TV, and I’m watching a documentary on History.
It’s now gotten to the point where America tore apart, and it has reminded me of my moments in those two Washington D.C. rooms last year.
It was a sobering experience for a history lover to stand in rooms where history’s course changed.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is, “room.”