I hope he is smiling down on those of us fighting the good fight as he would:

I can recall the moment I heard about his passing a year ago as freshly as if it happened today. It still brings tears to my eyes.  The tears don’t last long – they can’t.  There’s a #war going on. We have to keep moving and all I have to do is think of John Nolte, Jim Treacher, Dana Loesch or the legion of bloggers I met at BlogCon just after Andrew died and the fight returns in me.

As a fellow warrior has told me so many times, I FIGHT, so should you.  If you are unfamiliar with Zilla of the Resistance, I would suggest you get acquainted. She’s smart, irreverent, unapologetic and the toughest lady I know. She’s had to deal with hardship and health issues that no one should have to endure, yet comes out on the other side on a regular basis… fighting. From her Breitbart post, I Fight:

So there I stood in my kitchen, still blotting the river of tears that flowed down my face with the tissues my little boy had brought me as the TV continued to proclaim the terrible news that the Great American Hero Andrew Breitbart had died, I didn’t notice that my son had left the room for a moment but I sure did take note of what he did when he came back. My mighty little warrior returned to the kitchen, with his shiniest toy sword held aloft as he gestured towards the TV, which still showed Andrew Breitbart’s picture, and then my boy looked me right in the eye and said,

“Don’t cry mommy, I’ll fight! … I FIGHT!”

I have no doubt that he will. He makes his momma so proud, but right now mommy has to do the fighting – as do all of you.

Fight we shall.