It seems like a lifetime ago that I would wake up feeling hopeful for our country and America’s future. Now I wake up with a sick feeling in my stomach. Will it ever go away? I doubt it. I’m 77 years old. Did I ever believe that this would be the last stage of my life, knowing that our children and grandchildren would be in the hands of a tyrant? Donald Trump ran on hate — and won. I’m having trouble looking at friends of mine who I know voted for him.