The California delegation had a party planned for tonight but I needed to decompress after tonight’s monumentally moving speeches brought us to the inexorable conclusion of Barack Obama’s nomination as our candidate. So I’m sitting on a street corner alone with my thoughts as the city’s pulse beats strong into this life-sustaining night.
When Joe Biden paid tribute to his mother tonight, and said how much he wished his father was still here, my thoughts turned to my own father, gone 13 years. He would have been 90 this year, and in his lifetime the events of this week were unimaginable. I know there must be millions of people for whom this historical moment is like oxygen, the sweetest music, and the warmest light.
I never saw my father cry. But tonight it felt that my tears were coming from somewhere other than me.
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