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I never really got over that one. Seeing the pictures from that time still makes me cry.
I was twenty when we lost Bobbie. I lost a husband only a few years later. I learned to live with that loss better than I did with the loss of Bobbie. That might sound like a terrible thing to say, but I had to mend my personal life and go on. My political life was another matter entirely.
I don't know if I became more of a cynic, or more of a realist. Maybe it was a bit of both. I worked harder, but I never fell for the charms of a Eugene McCarthy, John Anderson, Ralph Nader, Howard Dean, or even an Obama. Hope and Change? Okay. I am well aware of your record in Illinois. I know you too, John Anderson, and you, McCarthy. I know a few dark horses like Walker, who walked my state, became governor, and went to jail.
My rose colored glasses were broken when Bobbie died. Maybe it made me a better activist. I don't know. But if Bobbie is sitting on the deck now, I will tell him that.
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