i still remember how i felt that grim day, watching robert kennedy s funeral train, as i write in my book the faces of those along the tracks are his legacy, black and white, many of them poor, they believed in him. his bravery elevated national opty mimgs and his death left america with a feeling of shared devastation. where his brother s majestic funeral had a terrible beauty, robert s farewell held no pageantry, only loss. i think my mother was really good about, it happened, live your life and go on. at arlington national cemetery, robert kennedy s grave site reflects none of the splendor of his dreams, instead visitors are placed with a simple plaque and plain white cross of sacrifice and hope.