Eleanor Roosevelt - Years After The White House

Years After The White House

President Roosevelt died on April 12, 1945 after suffering a cerebral hemorrage at Warm Springs, Georgia. Eleanor Roosevelt later learned that Lucy Rutherfurd had been with FDR when he died. Her biographer, Joseph P. Lash, called it a "bitter discovery" and wrote that Roosevelt alluded to this in her memoir of the White House years, This I Remember:

All human beings have failings, all human beings have needs and temptations and stresses. Men and women who live together through long years get to know one another's failings; but they also come to know what is worthy of respect and admiration ... He might have been happier with a wife who was completely uncritical. That I was never able to be, and he had to find it in some other people. Nevertheless, I think I sometimes acted as a spur, even though the spurring was not always wanted or welcome.

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