It’s Saturday, November 7, 2020. It’s one of the best days ever.
I promised my mom. We’d get rid of him.
She wanted him impeached before Russia and Ukraine and Comey and all the other crap. Every time I saw her between Nov. 9. 2016 until just before she died, she would ask why he was still president.
Weeks before she died, I visited her in the hospital. She was failing and being closely monitored and speaking softly. But when I told her that Nancy Pelosi was looking into impeachment, she let out a cheer that caused all the medical people in the hallway to come running to see what was going on.
My mom died a year ago on Tuesday. I’m only sorry she’s not here to see this – particularly to realize that a woman is about to be Vice President of the United States.
On the other hand, given how much she wanted it, I’m damn sure she had something to do with it.
Thanks again, Mom! We did it. I love you.