Sep 27, 2017

Tomorrow Is Not Promised...

It could all be gone tomorrow.  Always remember that.

As my day begins, I have running water, we have electricity and all
these "small" things taken for granted.  I pick up my phone and I check
my messages. If I want I can call my parents, sisters or anyone I like.
  My sister in Puerto Rico sadly can't do any of this right now.

It is very easy for someone to say to you, "it's all in God's hands."
Well that's all nice and dandy, but do you know what it's like to
be without water, and all basic necessities for days? Weeks?
I do not.  My sister does as do all the people in Puerto Rico.

Today they have to make a line to get some milk and bread.  When they
get to the top of the line if they are lucky and there is anything left they may
be able to take home a little food for the day.  So far she has not been lucky.

All I want is to hear my sisters voice.  I miss he as does everyone else.
Nirvana has not spoken to Kimsy, her daughter since Wednesday when Maria
struck the island.  Mother and daughter usually speak with each other everyday. 

For my sister her nightmare is not being able to comfort her child.  For the child,
hers is not being able to hear her mom tell her "I'm OK"  My nightmare
is every minute of everyday since Maria hit the island.

Another day goes by.  Progress is slow.  Have not been able to hear from
Nirvana again.  Another day not knowing how she, J and many
loved ones in the island are doing. In a way you can say we are
"lucky"  many have still not heard from their loved ones.

For us it is another day of waiting.  Waiting to know.  It's not easy.

To all a very good day.  Appreciate what you have because as I have
said before, what we take for granted someone else is praying for.

All the little things that annoyed you so much
are the things you'll miss the worst when they are gone...