Trump is Not the End of the World. This Is.

Momservation: Anyone who has lost someone they love knows they can live with an unpopular president.

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Shut up. All of you just shut up. Better yet, step back and listen to yourselves.

“They sky is falling! The sky is falling!”

I don’t want to hear it. You know why I don’t want to hear it? Let’s take a look at my November shall we?

This person is worth making noise about.

This person is worth making noise about.

November 5: My friend and a mother to three boys ages 6, 8 and 15 surprisingly loses her short but courageous battle with Ovarian Cancer. Diagnosed in July dead by November. She was the kind of person this lost world could really use more of right now: eternally optimistic, never met a stranger, knew how to keep things in the right perspective while enjoying the journey. Her young boys and husband deserved her. This world deserved her.

November 8: I realized half the country I live in doesn’t hold the same morals, values, and beliefs that I do. That the leader of the free world is now run by a thin-skinned bully and that white supremacists are throwing a parade to celebrate.

This person is worth making noise about

This person is worth making noise about

November 14: I delivered a check for $3,000, raised by compassionate friends, to my friend to pay for her 14 year-old son’s tombstone. She can’t believe he’s dead. She can’t believe that plot of dirt is her son. She can’t believe she now has to figure out what to say on his tombstone. She can’t believe the cost of dying on top of her bankrupt soul. She is living a mother’s worst nightmare and this gesture was a small floatie we tried to throw her to keep her from drowning in her grief.

This person is worth making noise about

This person is worth making noise about

November 15-16: I had to pretend my 17 year-old son was dead, killed by drunk driving, for his school’s Every 15 Minutes drunk driving awareness program. I had an actual police chaplain and CHP officer show up at my door to inform me of his “death,” and give me his obituary. I had to write him a letter as if he were really dead. He didn’t come home that night. I had to go to his “memorial service” the next day. Even though it was simulation it gave me raw, emotional, excruciating access again to the day my sister died by electrocution in a bath tub 33 years ago. It was awful and left our family emotionally spent.

This person is worth making noise about

This person is worth making noise about

November 19 (ongoing): I had to take my dad to the ER for bleeding on the brain. They may have to drill holes in his head to relieve the pressure. They don’t know why this happened or how to keep it from happening again. He’s still in the hospital.

So yeah, it’s a scary time right now during this transition of power, but it is not the end of the world.

The end of the world is suddenly losing your 42 year old mother and wife to a silent cancer killer.

The end of the world is having to bury your 14 year-old son, and you don’t have the luxury of pretending it was fake.

The end of the world is being forced to confront a mother’s worst nightmare hoping it will save at least one teenager’s life by making them think twice about a fatal decision.

The end of the world is facing our parent’s mortality and hoping you don’t have to give consent for brain surgery.

As much as I pray that Trump will do more good than harm over the next four years, I’ll take November 8 over any of my other days in November. It’s called PERSPECTIVE people. Trump does not matter to me. My friends and my family do. He may have the power to wreck this great country in four years, but this country means nothing to me without the love of my family and friends. No matter what he does he can’t take that away from me.

But God can take my son and he can take my father just like he took my sister and Erin’s son, and he took Drew, and Luke and Beckett’s mommy.

That, my friends, is the sky falling. Not Trump. And I don’t wish it on any of you. So please, just sshhhhh, and go hug your friends and family.



  1. shanno says:

    Oh Kelli – so much to deal with in such a short period of time. Sounds like my 2015. I am so sorry that you are going through so much and all at once. Prayers and hugs to you.

    Shannon Mooney

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