Let it be
Our household is anxiously awaiting the election. The Man would not even date me until he knew for sure that I was a Democrat. I did not tell him that, but he says that it just showed in the compassion and determination that came out of me. It was a good thing I was, because living with him would have been impossible without that common bond. His most important value he wishes to pass on to his children is to vote Democratic. One of the happiest days of hs life was the day that his daughter, son and wife went with us to vote. He was proud. He commented on the fact that the McCoy’s were Democrats through and through; what the ole timers called Yellow Dog Democrats meaning they would rather vote for a yellow dog than a Republican. Our daughter told people she dated that her dad would flip if she married anything but a democrat. I asked him one time what caused him to be such a hard-core Democrat, and he responded, “I don’t know much. I just farm and ranch, but I know that every time a Democrat is in office I do a little better. I make a little more money and get a little more ahead. And when Republicans are in office I lose it all till I have to just hope that I can hunker down until the next Democrat gets in office. Now, that is a fact.”
Now, he is sick. If he is to vote in another election it will require voting from the car, but I can guarantee that he will insist on going and no early voting because he wants the day to be special. I also can guarantee that he will be able to mark that Democratic box without hesitation.
So, now on a regular basis he asks me how many more days it is till the election, like little children ask how many days till their birthdays or Christmas.
And if he does get to vote on November 6th he will be voting on his 88th birthday. I hope he gets the present he so richly deserves – one more Democratic President, Barak Obama.