Last night was a fitting and emotional end to a chapter of my life which I will never forget.

There have been so many things that have transpired over the years, which I will go through in chronological order.

I was there when Obama stepped on the national stage, delivering the Keynote speech at the 2004 DNC. I would have never guessed that he would become our President, just 4 years and a few months later.

US Senator elect Barack Obama (D-IL) (2nd from L), his wife Michelle and their daughters Malia, 3, (R) and Sasha, 6, (L) celebrate at their election night head quarters in Chicago, November 2, 2004. Obama faced Republican candidate Alan Keys in the first Senate race with two African American candidates. REUTERS/John Gress

In the 14 years that have passed, I have gone though 9 camera models and with each generation the quality has only improved by leaps and bounds. I’m not exactly sure how many different lens I have owned, but it has to be close to 30.

After he was elected to the Senate, Obama threw out the first pitch at the ALCS. The White Sox went on to win the World Series that year and he was still unknown enough that the photo editors I was working with misspelled his name.

As Presidential campaign speculation mounted, Obama spoke at an MLK breakfast before going to a Church service. Afterwards before he gave a press conference and as I was standing next to him, elbow to elbow, I started cursing out a male TV reporter for telling a female newspaper reporter that she had to move so he could be in the shot with Obama. I soon felt someone tug at my arm as Obama was giving his opening remarks and the f-word was flying out of my mouth.

But within a month the speculation was over and the junior Senator announced his long-shot presidential candidacy on a cold winter day in Springfield, Illinois.

U.S. Democratic presidential candidate Senator Hillary Clinton (D-NY) looks at fellow candidate Senator Barack Obama (D-IL) at the conclusion of the AFL-CIO Presidential Forum at Soldier Field in Chicago, August 7, 2007. REUTERS/John Gress (UNITED STATES)

As the campaign turned into a 1:1 race with Clinton, I covered the two of them and McCain, traveling with them inside the bubble as we flew and rode from place to place.

18 months after going to Springfield for his announcement, I was back in the capitol city when Obama announced that Senator Biden would join him on the ticket.

I spent election night in a scissor lift towering above the crowd. It seemed like an out of body experience as I went home in disbelief that he won and the election wasn’t even close, recalling the drama of 2000.

After Obama was elected the transition began. For weeks I was waking up before dawn to ride in the motorcade and follow the President Elect wherever he went in Chicago. Whether it was to the gym, his transition office or dinner.

Oh and then Time Magazine decided to put one of my images on the cover. I swear he wasn’t smoking when I took the photo.

Once Obama was in Washington, I only saw him a few times, but in 2012 I was there when he was reelected.

And Finally, after shedding a few tears last night thanking his wife and Vice-President Biden, Obama in effect said goodbye to all us.

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One thing stuck out in my mind this weekend as I was ushered from one place to place by military and State Department personnel: It wasn’t that long ago that I could roam the hallways of McCormick Place freely with then Senator Barack Obama. In the very room where NATO was held, I photographed Mr. Obama up close and personal, there wasn’t a rope, there wasn’t any security and there weren’t 50 other photographers trying to do the same thing. Five years ago, I was free and today I can move around my neighborhood without a care in the world, but, our President will never be able to go from A to B without bodyguards protecting his every move.

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Of course most of my photographer friends were in the streets mixing it up with protesters and the police. I even heard some of the best action happened in front of my house… but oh well…. what I did was still pretty cool.

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When my assistant Chenge and I entered the cavernous room we were hit in the face with a smell that is hard to describe…. I looked down at the floor, along the edge of the red carpeted walk way, and there, pressed up against the wall was something my eyes could not believe. I asked Chenge, “Is that what I think it is?”

He replied, “Yes.”

Apparently the mischievous mammal had snuck in the week before and was hiding under the stage prior to his capture the morning of our shoot.

Animal control was taking their sweet time picking him up… maybe they heard about the smell… I don’t know if it was the raccoon or the day old tuna!

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