Some thoughts.
Aug. 26th, 2009 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgTed Kennedy no longer has to endure treatment for cancer. Thank God.
The guy also died at his desk, still thinking about what was going to happen when he was gone and was trying to find a replacement before it happened. I wanna be like him when I go - no, I never want to retire. Let me die happy and working. He did.
There are a bunch of kids - my generation - that are sorely missing both an aunt/mom and an a uncle/dad today.
We're all the better for him being so good at what he did. What I will remember is sheer, brute force tenacity - without looking like a pit bull.
The guy started working at the job when I was two years old. I know I'm one of the oldest folks out here - that's nothing to sneeze at. I remember when both his brothers were killed - and it was faint comfort to say 'there's still Teddy' - but he did not disappoint, either.
A very privileged someone, who never forgot he had it, others didn't and did his best to make other people aware of priviledge and its associated blindness. And then did something about it. You have minimum wage, HIPAA and COBRA today because he didn't allow priviledge to blind him. Meals on Wheels, OSHA...huge list. Long list. Things you don't even think about anymore.
A recovering alcoholic - and I hope he's kicking Michael Jackson's ass all over the place right now. (Though Jim did correct me in saying that Ray Charles is likely going to make him wait in line behind him.)
It's milk tea, not scotch tonight.
So help me, if anyone says he lost his battle with cancer, I'm going to punch them in the face. He endured both the cancer and the treatment for it. It was never even a fair fight.
The guy also died at his desk, still thinking about what was going to happen when he was gone and was trying to find a replacement before it happened. I wanna be like him when I go - no, I never want to retire. Let me die happy and working. He did.
There are a bunch of kids - my generation - that are sorely missing both an aunt/mom and an a uncle/dad today.
We're all the better for him being so good at what he did. What I will remember is sheer, brute force tenacity - without looking like a pit bull.
The guy started working at the job when I was two years old. I know I'm one of the oldest folks out here - that's nothing to sneeze at. I remember when both his brothers were killed - and it was faint comfort to say 'there's still Teddy' - but he did not disappoint, either.
A very privileged someone, who never forgot he had it, others didn't and did his best to make other people aware of priviledge and its associated blindness. And then did something about it. You have minimum wage, HIPAA and COBRA today because he didn't allow priviledge to blind him. Meals on Wheels, OSHA...huge list. Long list. Things you don't even think about anymore.
A recovering alcoholic - and I hope he's kicking Michael Jackson's ass all over the place right now. (Though Jim did correct me in saying that Ray Charles is likely going to make him wait in line behind him.)
It's milk tea, not scotch tonight.
So help me, if anyone says he lost his battle with cancer, I'm going to punch them in the face. He endured both the cancer and the treatment for it. It was never even a fair fight.
