The refrain from that old Simon & Garfunkle song often plays in my brain when I've thought about politics over the past 8 years, or so. At first, my fears for my son were driven by concerns that our involvement in seemingly endless war might force a draft. My father-in-law was a Marine during World War II and that experience broke him in many ways. It wasn't something I wanted my son to go through, unless it was his choice. Maybe those fears were unrealistic, but they were my fears none-the-less.
As I became confident that Barack Obama would become president, I no longer heard that song in my head but after September 3, 2008 I didn't have to worry about my son being drafted anymore, or even what I would do if he decided to enlist. My son was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes (what used to be called Juvenile Diabetes). That day, my fears turned to the much more realistic concerns regarding how my young adult son would react to having a crash course in managing his health and navigating the health care system (he was away at school) and how he would be able to obtain insurance once he was no longer my dependent.
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