Heard the news over the radio on my way in to work this morning. Warts, flaws, baggage, scandals and all, he was still a great and profoundly influential man . . . and indeed, his passing is truly the end of an era.
There's a passage from the Havamal (12th century Icelandic poetry) I've always liked that seems appropriate here:
Cattle die, kinsmen die
We ourselves die too.
One thing I know that doesn't die
The fame of each man's deeds.
Farewell, Teddy. May your ancestors, and your brothers, welcome you warmly into their bright company.
~Boar