cruel fate

aw GEEZ.  I just found out that Obama's grandmother died yesterday (and am so emotionally involved at this point that I sat here and wept).  I was SO hoping she would live to see him win the election.

And it's partly because, I, too, was raised by my mother's mother.  Obama's childhood so parallels mine that I feel strongly that this is a candidate who will relate to ME, to my principles, to my ideals, more than any other politician I've come across.  He's only three years older than me--that's a first, too.  And my own grandmother (who is 92 now) has been such a rabid Obama supporter since he first came on the scene--she's been campaigning for him since the summer of 2007--and I think of her saying, "I just want to see one candidate that I CARE about become president before I die."

I cannot--well, actually, in some sense I think I *can*--imagine what he must be feeling right now.

My unemployed sister is taking a carload of people to the fire hall in Quentin, Pennsylvania, to vote today:  including her 18 year old son, voting for the first time, who received his posting orders to Baghdad yesterday; our 92 year old wonderful, wonderful grandmother, who is going around convincing her undecided neighbors WHY we need change; and Gramma's next door neighbor, the 93 year old Nancy, who has watched all the debates with Gramma for the last couple of months.  I told my sister to take pictures.

In 2000 Al Gore won in my voting district 82-80.  That was me and Gramma.  This year I'm voting by absentee ballot.  I suppose if the tally is that close again they may actually count my vote.

Ok, I think I've made my political bias abundantly clear here.  In closing I will reprise the picture of Gramma at the whistle-stop Obama rally in Lancaster PA last spring.



Gramma for Obama!


YES WE CAN