Yesterday on Facebook I updated my status to read “Praying for rain for California. Praying for strength for loved ones going through impossible moments. Praying for the world to stop being a collective asshat.” The whole world needs a hug.
Having grown up in California — the place I still consider home — I feel so saddened by the ravages of the drought and related wild fires. My lush, green, fruit basket state is dried up and aflame. I so hope the rains come and that life can return to some semblance of normal.
My heart also hurts for the refugees around the world struggling to find new lives in new homes. I briefly visited Syria several years back, for work, and was struck by the hospitality of the Syrians and beauty of Damascus and thought to myself, “This is a place I’ll come back to.”
If you know me, that’s a big deal. I generally don’t want to repeat countries because I always feel there are so many more places still to visit, but Syria is a place I would love to have explored in much greater depth. No words can fully capture the sadness that surrounds the whole situation in Syria and beyond. And my heart aches more.
Above all, however, someone very close to me set off on a journey to be with family on what will likely be one of the worst moments in their lives because a family member is on life support and may not recover.
I once spent a week at a hospital with the friends and family of a dear friend on life support, a friend who later died, and that is one event from which I fear I will never fully recover.
I think of this family now in similar circumstances and my heart aches. My eyes are heavy and I have no useful words to help. I hold them in my heart and pray that they will all be able to adjust to whatever new reality the future may deliver.
For anyone dealing with a difficult situation right now, I send you hugs. I send you love. Hug someone you love today for we never know what tomorrow may bring.