wish we had that Grandma or Grandpa or Mom or Dad or Aunt or Uncle or Brother or Sister to share this with?
Joyce, my stepmother, spent her last months half immobile in her bed from ALS and riveted to CNN (back when they were still a worthy enterprise).
A teacher, a brilliant woman who encapsulated for me the most perfect combination of the masculine and feminine in one entity - brilliant mathemetician, formidable debater, who dissolved into empathy with the slightest shove.
How proud she would be to see the first black nominee ever elected to a major political party!
But then, she was spared the 8 years that would have killed her if ALS (or her own cunning ways) didn't get to her first. The Bush administration would have been agony for her - she would not have believed the brownshirt/jackbooted/blackwater aspects of our nations story and would have encouraged me to begin a more modern version of the French Resistance.
Oh, God, if we can pull this off and actually ELECT Barak Obama, it will make me want to believe in something akin to that christian bible thumping heaven that allows her to look down and see that, hey. We're making progress.
God, I miss her, and her brilliance, her cunning, her empathy and her resolve. She would have been a fine asset in any campaign she believed in.
Makes me understand why Barak wants all of us involved. We are, collectively, untapped genius.