My dad and I argued yesterday about our respective choices for president. His opinions were so deeply rooted that nothing I said mattered. His voice rose - mine couldn't as I was wandering around Costco, but I also was truly trying to stay calm so that I could intelligently give him my differing views. Chris asked me why I bothered. I have to. I can't just ignore what's going on in our country. My dad has seen so much - he's a Depression baby, but I'm not - and I have kids and grandkids to worry about.
I don't think I'll call him for a few days. I can't wait for the kids to wake up so I can tell them. For the first time, in a very long time, I feel hopeful. It's somewhat of a cliche', but I really feel it. "The times, they are a changin'"
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Hopeful-y-ness has found a spot in my tiny, tin heart as well!
My dad is the only Republican I know...he was out for a visit this past weekend and we did a lot of talking. In the end, I accept the fact that my father has always been a Republican and will most likely always be a Republican...even if the sky is falling. Hugs!
I felt compelled to talk to my mom about the candidates, too. I think this was one of the most important elections we've had in a long time. I knew it wouldn't change her vote, but I still had to share with her the reasons for my choice (who won, btw). :)
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