So sad that a day before Barack Obama becomes the 44th President of the United States, his beloved Grandma he called Toots passed away. All of us wonder, now she’ll never know. Trust me, she knew. If she didn’t get that from watching TV, I’m sure Barack kneeled at her bed and said, “Grandma, I’m going to be President. Thank you so much for all the love and support you gave me. Soon the world will be a different place, and you will be in my heart always.”
I wondered about this situation. There is no way in hell I would ever be the President, win an Academy Award or anything else of great significance. I could be the Mayor of Honolulu, be awarded Businessman of the Year, or perhaps a porn award for best director, those are all possible but not on the near horizon. So I asked my Mom if any of those things happened, and I threw in whom I eventually married and having kids, would she feel shortchanged. She said, “No, it’s no biggie. I already no you could do all those things.”
What I come away with is that it is most heartbreaking for those left behind. Perhaps then the sadness we feel is self-indulgent. I’m starting my first film, any ladies want to get naked?
Mark Ida