I’m sad tonight. I haven’t felt this in awhile, but tonight I’m sad. I’m actually scared. I’m scared for my family in New York and I’m scared for my family here. I wonder if they know how much I love them? I hope they do. I mean they have to right?
I’m sad that they are afraid. There’s an underly tone of fright that’s haunting their sentences when I talk to them. I’m useless here, they can’t see or touch me. I can’t give them a hug, like I said before I’m useless. I’ve said if before, but 2020 isn’t going to be a good year. I keep reminding myself, I’ll see them again - in this life or the next one.
Oh, if you’re reading this and see them? Tell them I loge them. Remind them that they are my world.
