Dear Governor Romney:
I am 74 years old and have never before written to a government official. I am 74 years old and have never before written anything that resembles a fan letter. Today, though, with a grieving heart, I do both.
On Tuesday evening, Jerry and I sat in our living room to follow the election results. As the wretched end of the election became clear, a heavy cloud of depression enveloped our living room, an emotion that neither of us are prone to incur. It was as though the air had been sucked from around us.
My husband is a retired Pentecostal preacher, and as such, our religious beliefs differ strikingly from yours as a Mormon. From the beginning of the campaign, though, we understood that we would vote for you–not as a pastor or any other religious leader–but as the president of the United States. As we learned more of you and your family through the debates, your speeches, interviews, videos and various articles, we came to highly respect you, your ethics, your dream for America, and your history. Would that America were filled with such caring, giving, and classy families as yours. In all sincerity, do I say this.
For the most part now, your faces are gone from the news sources. Disappeared. And I wonder about you . . . and yours. How sad are you? Do you weep? Are you desolate? As leaden as is my heart–I, just an ordinary voter–I suspect your pain–you, the candidate for the presidency–to be dire. So, I come today to remind you that at least half of America wanted you for our president. At least half of us are hard-working, upstanding Americans. We take care of each other. We don’t abort our babies, nor do we marry people of the same sex. We don’t want the government to take care of us, we don’t want Obamacare, we don’t want higher taxes and more regulations, nor do we want the president that some misguided people elected into that office. But we have him, and we will respect the office, and we will work for the advancement of the United States of America.
I wish you well, as do millions more. We will not forget your graciousness. We will not forget the pieces of your life that you left scattered in the field. Our dreams will not die, and although our great country seems to have lost her way, and we stagger now in a dark place, our hope is not gone. We look to God and to the innate goodness of America. And still, let us hope that someday we can regain our place as the last great hope of the earth.
Thank you for what you gave.
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