My husband Jerry Dunfey and I were profoundly honored to be on vigil during the final hour Ted Kennedy’s casket was at the JFK Library before his family brought him to the church for his funeral. The next day one of our granddaughters called to say, “I saw you on TV. How did you know him?” I want her generation to know he championed legislation that greatly improved the lives of women and girls. And I want my grandchildren to know he profoundly touched our lives.
Jerry knew him for more than 60 years since John F. Kennedy’s first congressional campaign. When JFK couldn’t attend an early event, he sent his then very young brother Ted to speak in his place and thus a friendship began. JFK announced his presidential candidacy at a Dunfey Hotel and Dunfeys led campaigns for him, his brothers Bobby and Ted, Sargent Shriver, and many next-generation Kennedys.
As an activist in the civil rights and women’s rights movements since the 1960s, I also worked with them, their sisters, sisters- and brothers-in-law and children through political and civic activism that grew into friendship. We worked with Joe's son on Barack Obama's campaign, moved to stand in New Hampshire gymnasiums with Matt almost 50 years after Dunfeys had organized such gatherings for his great uncle's presidential campaign.
In private moments the connection among our families was sustained. At our wedding Ted danced the hora with my Jewish relatives and sang Irish ballads with Jerry's relatives with a gusto described so lovingly in tributes. When sailing into Nantucket, he would chow down on Jerry's homemade lobster stew. Patrick, through his teens, brought his board to surf the ocean below our porch.