Marching behind her husband's casket, the figure cloaked in black stared blankly ahead. She was grateful for the heavy black veil that covered her face. Her face, which was once caked in blood, now slightly wet from tears. She was grateful for the thick veil, as it prevented the crowd of onlookers to see her composed, yet distraught face. In a matter of seconds, she went from First Lady of the United States to the National Widow. Walking gracefully between her two brother-in-laws, the widow keeps her head held high. The procession finally reaches the cathedral. She waits on the steps for her children who rode in the limousine, and entered the cathedral, awaiting for her husband's casket
Down the steps of the cathedral, the widow leads her two young children to the bottom of the steps, and watch has the casket that bears her husband's body is loaded onto the caison. She leans down and mutters something to her young boy, and he promptly saluts his father. She holds her children's hands tightly, as this would be they're last goodbye to their father. Holding them tightly for a moment, the widow sends her children back to the limousine to bring them home. Once the children leave, the widow and her two brother-in-laws get into their own limousine, and follow the caison to Arlington.
The three figures in black exit the vehicle, and climb up the grassy hill. There, on the lowering machine, lies her husband's casket. The military pallbearers hold the American flag over casket as 50 fighter jets, one for each state, fly by to honor the fallen man. And then, Air Force 1 flies by, upsetting the widow. The plane which brought her and her husband to Texas, and then bore his body back home, haunts her. To her, the jet symbolizes the destroyer of dreams, a future for her and her husband. "If only we had the top on," she thought. "If only he had listened to the warnings and let Lyndon go." She watches as the military men slowly fold the American flag, which is eventually handed to her. Carefully minding her clothes and flag, she lights the flame which will burn for eternity. She then leaves with her brother-in-law, the Attorney General, still composed.
The widow finally makes it back home, and heads to the family quarters. She tells the children's nanny she'll be with them in a minute. But for now, she heads into the room where her husband slept. Slowly taking off the veil, tears finally fall as she slowly makes her way to his bed. The moment she collapsed onto the bed is when all emotions are set free. She can't stop the tears that escape, and she didn't care about her hair and makeup getting ruined. She wanted to lie there for eternity. "Jack. Oh, Jack!"