Tonight we had the kids and our significant others and mom and Aunt JoAnne and Uncle Jim and Uncle Al over and we gathered around the table and had pizza and looked at pictures of you and remembered your spirit globe-trottings and political volunteerism and we hoped and prayed that you were in a better place. And--and I weep as I write this--I am sure you are. It was so damned tough at the end for you and for us and I, though I cried when I heard that you passed on to the other side at 5:25 on Sunday morning, I also cried tears of joy because I knew that your suffering was now done. You were in a better place and free to talk with your brother and your mother and any other friends and family members who beat you to the other side.
But, Dad! I wish you could have experienced tonight's political events. I wish you could have held on, sound of mind, though perhaps unsound of body, to have seen Barack Obama become the first African-American president-elect. God, it makes my soul glad to see that, maybe for once, we as a nation can overlook insignificant things such as race and creed and, for once, come together to vote for the better man. We stuck it to the system. We turned out and voted and the better man won.
I wish you could have seen it.
Learn to change; why can't we do it?
Dad, I hope that you're looking down and smiling, man. It is surely a sight to see. I love you, Dad.