What a fucking day anons!
After I visited my 56 year old dying aunt in the ICU after work, I got home and my 89 year old great grandmother slumped to the floor . Clenching her chest, gasping for breath, she pointed at an envelope on the coffee table. I ran to the table , grabbed the envelope, then crouched on the floor next to her, as she shank to her haunches.
"Raise the…envelope to my lips," she spoke with great effort. "I want to lick…the seal…my final vote….for …our….POTUS!"
My hands shook as I drew the envelope seal across her drying tongue and sealed it.
"Postmark it quick…ny boy…and VOTE!"
As she collapsed further on the floor my great grandfather nearly lept out of his wheel chair and bolted down the stairs, crashing in a heep. He drug himselff to mama's side and said, "Get to it boy. I'll do CPR for as long as I can."
Turning toward the door, I heard a gun shot. As I looked behind me, my mom came staggering out of the kitchen with her Glock 9mm in one hand and a cleaning brush in the other. As the red stain on her left shoulder rapidly expanded, she called out, "Go! I voted already! Give a shout out to 911 on your way my son!"
So it's been a long hard day anon's. I hope I did the right thing.