I’ve got a wonderful neighbor who is a huge Hillary Clinton supporter. Huge. She loves Hillary and she loves Bill. There is a strong emotional connection despite the fact she’s never met either of them. So needless to say, she was not happy when Hillary suspended her campaign. She was seriously upset. She consoled me when Bill Richardson dropped out of the race, so I tried, unsuccessfully, to console her. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was going through the seven stages of grief:
1. Disbelief. She couldn’t believe Hillary finally, after so much, threw in the towel.
2. Denial. Hillary only “suspended” her campaign. She could get right back in it when the time’s right.
3. Bargaining. If only she’d campaigned harder, contributed more to the campaign.
4. Fear. This was the first real hope of a woman being elected as president, and she’s afraid she won’t live to see it happen.
5. Anger. Oh, yeah, she got angry. She was mad at the DNC rules committee. She was mad at Howard Dean. She was mad at Patty Solis Doyle. She was mad at Howard Wolfson. Mark Penn? Don’t get her started.
6. Depression. Depression isn’t so much a stage, because people who are grieving are often depressed throughout the previous stages. My neighbor was no exception.
7. Acceptance/Hope. She finally worked through it and has accepted what has happened. She’s supporting Obama. She loves Joe Biden; though she wishes Hillary had been picked. She’s much happier now, and I’m happy for her. It was a tough emotional time for her.
My neighbor is pissed at the PUMA crowd. She thinks they make Hillary look bad.
She thinks Hillary and Bill will give strong, supportive speeches at the Democrat’s convention and that they will be a plus on the Obama campaign trail.
She thinks Hillary will go on and become a powerhouse in the Senate.
I think she may be right.