November Pain

I posted this years ago on FB.  Thought I'd share it here...

When I was a little girl growing up the big, big woods, my Daddy decided he wanted to be a politician.  My Mama sewed a dress for me from red, white and blue fabric that screamed VOTE! over and over again.  I wore that dress to the local high school where a political rally was being held and Daddy handed me a big stack of cards that said, "Let's Elect Clyde Kyle, County Commissioner..."  I handed out those cards and asked him for more and I truly believed that when he won his race, it was because I'd worn that "VOTE!" dress and gifted all those folks with a little white card with my Daddy's name on it.  And a fine politician he made.  I'm glad my Daddy won all those years ago and I'm hoping all my candidates win tonight.  If only I still had that lucky little dress...

Flash forward to today:

I'm glad my Daddy isn't here to see where we are now, politically.  

I won't discuss it, not on my blog or anywhere on social media.

BUT...

I want the country we had all those years ago when I wore a homemade dress and politicians were more like my Daddy.

I miss it.  And I miss him.