My children and their families are incredibly sad, but they have fallen hook, line, and sinker for the propaganda and refuse to let us visit. I haven’t hugged any of them in five months. I only see three of the nine in person, from six feet away, once a week.
Even if I marched in and begged, they’d be disappointed in me. My grandson refuses to touch anything I’ve touched.
Worrying about the country, the safety of the helpless children all over the world who are still in harm’s way, and my own family has worn me out.
I can’t imagine how people with all these concerns AND job issues are still standing. May God bless us all.
I’m going to go put a prayer on the Qmap board now...
In a way I’m glad my parents never lived to experience this. My Mom especially would be heartbroken not being able to see me. I’d drive the 350 miles as much as I could to visit them even though it was they who decided to move from MA to PA.
-SB