My father, on his deathbed, unknown to him, gave me a powerful gift. [View all]

My father loved this country but never voted.
The main reason (there were a couple others) he stated as being. "What does one vote count". We argued all my adult life about this and it was the cause of some pretty significant rifts between us.

In hospice, on his deathbed and with tears welling up, he apologized to me for the state of things in our country and that I was right about voting. This struck me to the core like other things that day. Wiping my own tears away all I could think to say was " the state of things is/was not his fault". This was a bittersweet moment for us both.

Could tsf understand how simple and monumental this was for 2 guys just waiting, one trying to make what he can right in his world.

My dad was a flawed man but he was my first and in the end, my last hero.

I have only spoken this to 2 people and it made me weep both times. Now three.

I hope this will be huge season for activism. Call me for a march, I am there. Our country needs us.

Lets bring the sunlight.