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I can’t help but be extremely sad over the loss of Ted Kennedy. I’m going to Boston in three weeks and he won’t be there. My whole life he’s been there, and now he isn’t. His spirit is, of course, in all the work that he’s done in 47 years in the Senate.
For me his loss is bringing up many of my childhood memories: His brother JFK when I was in Mrs. Silvera’s class in Lockhurst Drive Elementary. His brother Bobby when I was in Hale Junior High. Martin Luther King at the same time. My father when I was 17. It feels like we’ve lost America’s uncle, not just the family’s. We’ve lost the man who has fought for the rights of labor, the disenfranchised, and those who have been discriminated against.
Yes, he was wise to bestow his blessings and grace upon our current president, to be sure his legacy is honored in the healthcare work that is being done today, for tomorrow. Socialist? Hardly. Giving all Americans the right to decent healthcare? Providing an expectation of a decent quality of life? Priceless. Yet everybody wants to hang the pricetag out for battering and bruising. How do you put a pricetag on humanity?
What are you thoughts on the world without Ted Kennedy?