I grew up in Boston. I haven't lived there in 20+ years, but I was there last week visiting family when Ted died. Most have seen tons of media coverage, but I wanted to show Kossacks what it's been like in Boston this past week.
Everywhere you go; TED. Stories. Tears. Warmth. Pride. Appreciation. Sometimes, it feels like Santa died. Or Yoda, depending on your persuasion. Sure, Teddy was flawed, but we don't love people because they're perfect. Frankly, the loss is impossible to put into words. Pictures say more.
WARNING for those on slow connections - LOTS of photos and video below the fold.
Thursday night, I kept coming back to watch the streaming video of the endless line of mourners inside the JFK Library. I was very touched by what happened after the hours had been extended - from 11 to 12, then 12 to 1... Watch:
Signing one of the reception books outside the library.
The library from the parking lot. More views of the library in video below.
JFK Library from across the bay in South Boston
Views of the library and the Victura sailboat that John Culver spoke of on Friday night:
The Streets of Boston
Chris Dodd looks on as the casket bearing Senator Edward Kennedy is removed from the hearse.
Caroline Racin watches as the casket of her stepfather Teddy arrives at the church.
Grace Allen Kennedy and Max Allen Kennedy watch as the casket bearing their grandfather is carried into the church.
Ted leaves Mission Church for the last time.
Vicki Reggie Kennedy and her son, Curran Raclin look at the casket bearing her husband, Senator Edward Kennedy, after the funeral service.
One last look.
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A few unique WASHINGTON DC pictures:
A spontaneous candlelight vigil on Dupont Circle the day after Ted's death:
From the crowd:
On the steps of the capitol:
(man, those grandkids are gorgeous!)
Kennedy and Obama, walking down the same path: