The stages of grief have begun. While watching President Obama — the first black man ever to occupy The White House as Commander-In-Chief — I felt a surge of panic overtake me.
I was sweaty, breathless but surprisingly not disorientated which ruled out my initial diagnosis of a possible panic attack.
No, I was actually freaking out. Hours later — I’m still freaking out as I ponder a future without Barack Hussein Obama II — son of a Kenyan father and an American mother.