I was thinking about Edward Kennedy yesterday while at the Social Good Conference I was attending, there was a moment, at the end, were we all paid tribute to Edward Kennedy, the Lion the Senete.

In a way, to me, the story of Edward Kennedy, is the story of a youngest brother of a family, who ended up being the Patrich of it.    Most of my life, Edward Kennedy was around, part of the Senete, maybe to me, he was the Senete.    I didn’t know that Edward Kennedy painted, as well, something I can fully relate to.

What I relate to in Edward Kennedy, isn’t so much his legislate acheivements, though I benefited from many of them, but how (being a youngest brother in my family, as well – often the youngest brother isn’t taken as seriously), as time went on, his strength grew, as time went on – what once seemed like an impetious younger brother, often over shadowed by his brothers, John and Robert, now appears for what he really was – someone that carried the Kennedy dream, a dream I grew up with.