I often think of his children's and a nephews, I think, eulogy at his funeral.
He would take them out practicing sailing in every kind of weather, and they would complain. He would say, with a simile, that he was such a poor sailor compared to the others they raced against that they would have to practice every day just to stay even. When he was terminally ill with a brain tumor, he still would ask to go sailing.
He had much to be admired, in my view and I think we are poorer, as a nation, without his presence in the Senate.