I must admit there is a lump in my throat with the death of Ted Kennedy. It is the end of an era that I feel still too young to experience. I'll never forget that day in 1963 (I was 4 years old) when my sister and brothers were sent home mid day from school and watching my mother cry inconsolably with news of President Kennedy's death. Everyone was in shock. I remember the day my mother took my brothers to see Bobbie Kennedy campaigning in Cortland, NY for senator and when my sister came home from college that summer with stacks of Kennedy campaign posters and pins. Bobbie's death was at a time of genuine crisis with the nation at trauma with civil rights. Ted Kennedy stepped in as the remaining Kennedy symbol and truly extended the Kennedy legacy in the US Senate. I pray that others will rise to the Kennedy passion for service.