It seems like the days leading up to the election have been fraught with tension and anticipation, and for good reason. It’s the first time in U.S. history that a woman is the presidential nominee for a major political party. For many, they didn’t think this would happen in their lifetimes.
That’s why one man’s recent Facebook update is so heartwarming and bittersweet. In a post to the National Pantsuit Day Facebook group on Wednesday, Scott Harris decided to share a photo of someone who never thought she would see a woman become president–his 90-year-old mother, Anita Harris.
In the photo, Anita is absolutely glowing as she holds her mail-in ballot for the election. The tragic part, however, is the fact that she died just days after the photo was taken, which Scott explained:
“My mom. Voting for HRC. She waited 90 years. She passed away last night. She’ll be cheering from above Tuesday [night].”
Scott also explained in an interview with the Huffington Post that his mother had been in hospice care for eight months before the photo was taken. Despite the contention in this election season, he’s received love and support for sharing the photo:
“What is amazing is that human kindness still exists within this contentious election. Just shows ‘Love Trumps Hate.'”
He was so moved by the outpour of affection that he wrote a follow-up post thanking everyone–and reminding the group that everything would be OK:
“To everyone who has taken a moment to send condolences on my mom’s passing after her vote: My family is intimately involved in the HRC campaign. We are spread out over the nation with family and friends. I cannot express how my family is overwhelmed by the responses. We are utterly shocked that you all have taken time to simply make a condolence. Mom was a “Roosevelt Dem” as she would say. And damn proud of it. You all have eased the broken hearts of a family and given mom the greatest gift of going viral with her simple statement. Thank you all. Onward and upward!”
I’m so glad that Anita could see a monumental historical moment in the making–even if she’s not here to witness the outcome.