Yesterday was the craziest. I am not sure if I've been extra sensitive due to the unfortunate border security that's occurring and these innocent children being separated from their parents, or what, but I was EMOTIONAL yesterday.
My morning started with a casual call to the Pennsylvania police because I couldn't get a hold of my mother. I tried calling Monday night, no answer, so I went to sleep. Called three more times Tuesday morning, like a psycho, and still nothing. Not even a text. If I did this to her she would have certainly had the FBI on my shit, and I now understand what she may have felt when I was an asshole in high school and didn't call to let her know I was safe. I called the police to go check on her, and within that time frame she thankfully called me back! I started uncontrollably crying when I heard her voice, realizing I am not ready to not have her in my life.
It immediately shifted my thoughts to the children's cries for their parents that are effected by this ABSURD immigration strategy. If me, a 34 year old woman, isn't ready to say goodbye to my mother, imagine these little babies. Scared and alone. My feelings scale from anger to sadness, to hopelessness as I am not sure what I can do other than write about it and share my words, in hopes the ripple effect takes place.
Yesterday, I was at Long Beach when the search and rescue started to locate two boys, ages 8 & 11. They went swimming in the Atlantic without telling their parents and drifted so far out due to the current. The 11 year old was rescued and brought to the hospital, but as we we were packing up the volleyball equipment they still had not yet found the 8 year old.
Another family, potentially separated without knowing. Without goodbyes.
This all lead to a long-winded journal entry on the train home about how we should ALWAYS, always, always, ALWAYS, tell people we care and we love them. Petty arguments, grudges, and the ups and downs of life are minimal compared to a lifetime without someone. Cliche, but true, life is too short. Human life is precious and holding back words that could make someones day is just as ridiculous as President's Trump inability to sign the GD reform policy to link these BABIES back up with their parents.
If you're reading this, I love you. If you're not reading this, I love you. There isn't a single soul in my life that I am not thankful for to some degree. Call your mom, your dad, your siblings, your besties, NOW. Love you, LP.
