Year ONE

As I sit here typing my eyes are watering with the memories of what happened last year.  It has all been such a dream that sometimes the memories come in a haze.  It has been a year since I was allowed to return to my husband, my family, my friends, my life.  I can tell you that I am not the same woman I was a year ago and I am not the woman my husband met almost 4 years ago.  I am a shell of the fighter I used to be.  I was so full of hope and wonder.  So much happened in the year I was gone and so much has happened in the year of my return that I feel I need two lifetimes to handle all these emotions.  

It is fitting that in the year since my return government is debating a "path to citizenship" and I am not closer to mine.  People, need to know the lengths at which parent(s) will go to provide for their children and there is no mountain or sky that can not be moved with the will of a parent.  Yet it saddens me to see that it is the "Dreamers", young people, children who are taking up this fight. Where are the adults where are the leaders?  

I am an adult and I am a "dreamer" but what I am not anymore is hopeful.  I hate this feeling, despite being home and being with the people I love I feel more discouraged about who we are as humans and how we treat each other.  

I thank all of you who have written and asked me to continue the blog and I hope that my words are of some comfort to at least one person and if nothing else I hope they prove thought provoking and humanizing.  Thank you for bringing me back.