When I was a little girl living in a suburb of Washington, DC, we had a special visitor one evening. Teddy Kennedy came to see my daddy to try and gain his support. Senator Kennedy wanted to be the Majority Whip. I remember being sent upstairs and sneaking down to peek into the living room…and then being compelled, silently, upstairs again when my mother realized I had escaped.
I didn't know much about Senator Kennedy himself; I really only knew he was a Kennedy, and for a little Democratic girl, his name meant glamor and excitement. And I had a treasured book about his brother, Jack, that showed him as a very little boy with long hair.
My daddy supported someone else; he had his certain friends, and one of them was Kennedy's competition for that particular job. I was sorry to hear it. I thought we loved the Kennedy family wholeheartedly.
When I worked for a while in the U.S. Senate Library, tucked in to a corner of the Capitol building, I used to see him going to his hideaway office, close by. Despite everything, he still had glamor.
Today I learned he is scheduled to be the Commencement speaker at #1 Son's graduation on Sunday. I'm sorry we won't get to hear him.
I wonder if Senator Kennedy would remember that evening visit to another Junior Senator trying to find his place in the workings of the legislative branch? I wonder if he noticed the little girl peeking around the corner?
She is thinking about his family tonight.