Eight Days and No Word

This Photo has been all over Facebook since Hurricane Maria
I now know. how family members of loved ones living in New Orleans, during Katrina felt waiting for news. Any news, most of my family have been found alive.  My parents are still unaccounted for and it's day (8).  This is a nightmare I can't wake up from.

Sleep is elusive and I'm guilt-ridden each time I go to the grocery store or try to eat.  I weep because I wonder about my parent's are they hungry?  My cousin got word to us, she drove to San Juan to find a cell signal, water, and food for her children.  She cries because they are hungry and there is little to no food.  As any mother would she feeds her kids before herself.   She tries to get them to sleep so they will forget they are hungry.  She is trying to get to Wisconsin to her sister's home.


I'm scared and frustrated the news reports are telling me that the supplies are at the ports. Yet, there are no trucks, or drivers to transport the supplies since Saturday, September 23, 2017.  #Maria made landfall at 2 a.m., Wednesday, September 20, 2017.   There are reports that the import tax that is roughly 10% is making companies not wanting to pay the tax for relief supplies.  I do not know if that is true but I do know the Jones Act needs to be lifted for a period of time to help aid and reconstruction.


I'm angry because I go on FB and twitter and there are people calling Puerto Ricans lazy, who cares they are not citizens.  One person wrote on FB "let them die at least there will be no more drugs coming into the U.S." The President himself tweeted negative comments.  


Three hurricanes hit the US in less than a month.  Wildfires are raging in West but the President and his base are focused on other matters.  It's sad but I also KNOW there are wonderful people in America that have empathy for humanity.  The ones that have reached out to me that I never met.


The truth is, the hero of the year is a journalist in the eyes of many Puerto Ricans living stateside his name is  The man has had boots on the ground since the beginning.  We are thankful for him and tell him every day. 


I do not know what the future is for me or my family, my parents, maybe fine or not.  The truth is, it's not a bridge I'm not ready to want to cross.  My heart is heavy, yet I'm happy to have great memories from this spring and summer.  I surprised my mum for Mother's Day when we showed up at her door.  (We live in the DC Metro Area).  My (9) year old niece spent her one-month vacation raising baby chicks and rabbits, caring for baby calves, milking cows, and riding horses.


#Maria may have destroyed my home, battered and bruised my mind, spirit, and heart for the moment. Yet she can't destroy my memories or my love for my island or its people





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  1. Beautifully written! Great insights. Building and cherishing memories of loving times together sustain us through life's pilgrimage. :-)

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