I wrote the following words late last year, shortly after the election.
They have never been printed before.
“My favorite daughter seldom questions my choices and/or decisions.
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“This time it was a bit of a surprise when she did.
‘Mom, why don’t you react?’”
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“I thought for a moment and then told her what I believe.
“I chose my candidate, and he lost.
“I did not vote for the man who won, but I refuse to engage in a dialogue about the new leader of our country.
“I am confused as to why those who voted for the winner of the election feel it necessary to eulogize the man endlessly.”
Today, as I sit listening to the grim TV news about the recent development in Kabul, I remembered them.
I wish I had been wrong in my pessimistic viewpoint.
I am sorry for the leader of our country today.
He has been in power for a very short time, but also served America for most of his adult life.
I never believed he was a bad man, nor was his opponent. Neither were or are demonic.
They are both human beings, and fallible as are we. The irrational anger toward both candidates never made any sense.
And all the bravado of both political parties now seems so fragile and futile.
As a story unfolds that will be part of history.
I confess, however, remembering the final sentence in my unprinted draft:
“However I do believe it is a wee bit early to begin beatification for either political party.”
And I do so wish the words had not been prophetic, and this August day did not go down in history.
