On the morning after the Presidential election in 2016, the first person who called me was my father, whose words were “ I’m sitting shiva.” Shocked and in despair we mourned together.
He is no longer here to witness the results of this election. And I am relieved.
Today I cry for our country, for my parents, my grandparents, and great-grandparents who came to this country filled with promise, all who loved this country, fought for this country, and believed in the possibility of America.
I cry at my father’s grave inscribed with his favorite saying “It’s your America,” a phrase filled with boosterish post-war possibilities of the greatness of our nation where anything is possible.
No Daddy, today I woke up to find out “it’s not my America.”
Envisioning The American Dream 
I’m crying with you!!
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The unthinkable has happened and I cant even digest this. It seems surreal.
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I feel your pain and your distress Sally.
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We are in shock and despair and disbelief. The magnitude of the win points to who Americans are, Americans I don’t know or recognize. But fear.
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I woke up this morning and thought “Oh, *this* is the country I live in!” Not shocked at all. It’s who we are.
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The realization of who we are is sobering and distressing. I am shocked at how decisively he won. Did not see that coming. I was so hoping for a blue wave, but now Im just drowning in tears.
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We shall get through this. Time for both parties to get their houses in order, reign in the extremes and get ready for the next election.
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In 2 years we can make a difference.
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Yes!
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