When I heard that Barbara Bush’s journey here ended, I pulled out two old photos.
In the first, I stood beside her at a special gathering of school children in 1987 to celebrate her Reading is Fundamental Program. In the second, the teenage me stood by Barbara Bush during a party at her vacation home in Kennebunkport, Maine because my best friend at the time had a father in the White House Press Corps. We tagged along.
I remember how special I felt. I remember thinking about Barbara Bush as a role model and inspiration back then, and I’m grateful for these moments as a child and as a teen.