It is like a cruel joke. I can't imagine the pain for the living, Barack and his nuclear family, just can't imagine it. She was like his mother. I dropped everything when my mother passed, one can't go on working, it seems crazy to do so. I can't imagine having to campaign like he has to, and then to attend to an election and an army of supporters and an entire country the evening and the day after if he wins. Hopefully, when he visited, she had the wisdom to pass on the message "I don't want you to think about me, go and do what you have to do," that they both knew she was going soon, and that she allowed him the precious gift of mourning in advance. Really, it's simply such a ghastly thing, something out of Greek tragedy.

BevD:

So tragic indeed. Take solace in knowing that the deceased, the one for whom the living mourn, rests in peace, and had to have died knowing that the grandson she loved, the grandson she helped raise to be the man he is today, will make history tomorrow, in no small part because of her guidance. She must have been very proud in her final moments, and I hope it eased her pain.

Meanwhile, I cannot help but notice that there are some on the left side of this page who are using this tragic event to focus on sick people who apparently make fun of this tragic event--it is the sick on the fringe mocking the sick on the fringe--the haters mocking the haters, and for what?

My heart goes own to Senator Obama and his family, and I wish him strength, and I hope he knows that one of his grandmother's last wishes would be that her death would not tarnish what we are about to witness tomorrow. May she rest in peace.

Death brings friends together Bev and AA. I'm so glad we are friends.

Bruce