As recently as August 25th, I wasn't sure if I was going to vote for him. Well today I sent in my absentee ballot, marked for only Democrats, Libertarians, and Obama. Barack Obama has succeeded in doing what no other candidate has ever done for me: I feel connected to him. I feel that his fate is my fate. I care about him.
And he has done this just by being himself.
This realization finally cemented for me when Obama went to visit his ailing grandmother. You see, my grandma pretty much raised me too. She taught me how to play board games, she taught me how to sew, how to wash clothes, how to cook, how to save money. She showed me old family pictures which were worth a thousand stories--pictures which I still have today.
She died when I was a teenager at a time when I didn't really want to have much to do with her. I still cry when I talk about this. I loved her so much and I was such an asshole. Which is why I'm so glad that--even though I know it must be damn near impossible for him to do--Obama had the chance to say goodbye to his grandma.
