I can't type it. Not even in an attempt at being snarky about the asshattery we keep seeing and hearing from the refucks at ever turn. I can't be sarcastic about this.
There's a lot of talk about the risk Obama's taking to go see his grandmother with less than three weeks left in this campaign. I only hope that he can somehow buoy her health and spirits enough so that she can see him win.
I've known people who've died, but I've never had to deal with the death of a close relative, or friend for that matter. Even my mother-in-law, who died this past February, wasn't someone with whom I ever got very close. By the time my father died, we had drifted apart. My mother... that I'm sure will be a different story. Being the one who raised me, I have gobs of respect for her, always have, and well... you figure it out.
I wish you well, Senator. and
I wish your grandmother well.
I hope you both reach a place of peace during this visit.
Your campaign? We've got it.