I was driving to work today and having my mother who was on the phone (hands free) describe what people looked like on tv and I asked her about Ted Kennedy. She said he looked well, but was using a cane. He had a bald spot on one side of his hair after his surgery and I asked if she could still see it and she told me he was wearing a hat.
So, I thought about him all the rest of the way to work and I was crying, but not in a sad way, more like a daydreaming way. I was thinking that the family has already lost Eunice, essentially, because the last strokes have disabled her so much. So, I was thinking that Jean Kennedy would be the last one and what a sad, lonely feeling that must be, even though she has children of her own. The loss of Ted, basically her last sibling, will be devastating.
Anyway, thinking of that all the way to work, then getting to the office and learning that Ted Kennedy collapsed and NOW reading this poem. It all feels surreal.
Michele
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