My 89-year-old Granddad insisted on going to vote today.
This may not seem terribly significant to most of us, but this is a man who hasn’t left his retirement community in months, save the trips he’s made to the hospital. Today, he announced that he was planning on voting. It took two trips, a search for an ID, and a wait in line, but he was apparently the last person to vote in his Virginia precinct.
My Granddad is my hero. I’ll tell you all the reasons at some point — there are many, many great reasons — but for tonight, I am so proud to be descended to someone who acted on the belief that voting was his responsibility, regardless of the personal difficulty it entailed.
Now that, friends, is what we call a badass.