I have no words to offer other than a major chapter in US history has ended. From the perspective of his political adversaries, I think these posts from the Corner are among the best:
Suddenly, he [Kennedy] found himself swarmed by admirers—ordinary Americans, as opposed to professional Washingtonians. They wanted to shake his hand, take pictures with him, and so on. He obliged, beaming the whole time. You just know that when these provincials returned home and people asked about visiting the capital, they would blurt out, "I met Ted Kennedy!" This sort of thing doesn't happen to Kent Conrad, or even Harry Reid.
He assaulted our causes and nominees with vigor and rancor. Still, in his day he was a powerful orator—and historians will mark his speech to the 1980 Democratic convention as a high water mark and example. To his supporters, I simply give them his words, and leave the rest to historians: “For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.” To the American Left, he was their lion. To the American conservative movement, he was our bane. But today, we put the politics aside and wish him and his family God’s peace.
Ted Kennedy did not go gentle into that good night. He fought for his beliefs as long as he could, and he struggled to stay alive when others might have given up. He and the other Kennedys loved one another and looked out for one another. There was no cost-benefit analysis in their family life, no sense that age, illness, injury, or disability would diminish their value.
Ted Kennedy's death is an occasion to reflect that every life is precious, from the very beginning to the very end.