“I never met my Uncle Jack. My mom was six months pregnant with me when he died. …” — Mark Shriver

I had had a father whose shoes I could never fill, against whom I would never measure up; yet, I felt no pressure do so.

Dad was joyful until the day he died, and I think that joy was deeply rooted in his love affair with God.

I had the fixation that comes with being a Kennedy to be a great man on the big stage.

Every family struggles with different things, and everybody struggles with different things.