Last night I got a friend request from Paul on Facebook. Soon after, I received a message asking after my health and whereabouts.
Today I bumped into my neighbor. He had a laundry basket in his arms. My building has one washer and one dryer. It costs $1.25 for each. I thought to myself, Wouldn’t it be great if I could get everyone in the building to sign up for a regular laundry slot? Then we would all know and not have to figure out who’s doing laundry when. Alas, I live in a building with 12 apartments. It is not a community.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to have my space. But boy, I sure miss the organization of that laundry room. Weird. Right?
Then after church tonight, I had dinner with some ladies who wanted to know about the ship, not in the superficial chit chat way, but in the real deep way.
I also got an email from a friend who missed my newsletter about coming home. She thought I was still there.
Finally, one of the family’s I did my training with announced the birth of there son. He’s beautiful. I may never meet him.
All of a sudden I’m full of grief. I miss them all so much, this group of people who loved me despite my hard, crunchy coating.
When I said goodbye to them, my date night friend Matthew cried. His mom told me it was a good thing because it meant he really loved me.
To all my beautiful Mercy Ships family, tonight I’m crying. It is a good thing. It means I love you and miss you!