January 18: Free association
Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say…home…soil…rain. Use those words in the title of your post.
He could barely breathe. Everything he had worked so hard for, gone. All his sacrifices, his lost child hood. Putting on a show for all his fathers friends. Making those pivotal connections instead of friends. Then there was college. The partying, booze and women. HA! More like the long hours in the library, keeping his nose in a book and shunning any real college experience. Ivy league, 4.0 GPA and top of his business class.
Then he met Rachel. She had been good for him. Busted him out of that shell. Made him a social person who could talk to anyone. She was the one that got him to run in his first political race; Town council. Within two years he would be elected to the House of Representatives and after two terms he would catch his break. A nod as Vice President for a candidate that was almost guaranteed to win. He was going to be a game changer for an America that had lost its way. And a good eight year run as Vice President could mean Presidency.
His father had been a Senator and a major player in the American Political world. But never on his sons level. With his father, Bartholomew, or Bart had never mentioned a little white house on Pennsylvania Avenue. But with James, well everyone knew one day Jimmy would find himself behind a big desk making world decisions. Rachel would make sure of it. She knew how to bring out the best in him. It was one of the reasons he loved her so. He needed her more than she needed him. Looking in, they had the perfect relationship. A nice house, picket fence, two kids and even a dog. No one could have seen it coming. No one expected it.
They were less than a year away from the White House, albeit as Vice President. But VP was just a short 8 years away from being elected the youngest President in the history of the United States. He was already going to be the youngest VP by a landslide being only 30 years old. Then President by 38. He was a shoe in. But now, he wasn’t even going to see the Vice Presidency. No amount of money or lies or love could change the fact that he was gone. He had been kissed, and with it his life pulled from his body. Because when death kisses you, there is no going back.