But glad she raised her grandson!

At tonights Rally, both in Market sq. and Manasses,

there should be some remembrance.  maybe a lit candle?

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting,  when we meet again.

I, like many, wished she could live to see her beloved grandson elected president.

 For a commoner like me, I picture this being something like loosing a key-loved one on Christmas eve.  Christmas' glory wouldn't seem so great or so happy.

My prayers are with Obama and his family.  

Up in Heaven she rests and watches over her children,
hopfully she will be able to pull some strings with the Almighty that no one else plays dirty on earth. May she watch over the counting of the votes that her grand son surely secures the victory he deserves and prove that she raised a good grandson.

May God give her peace and a place next to himself.