Vail Babcia

Today, I attended the funeral of my friend's grandmother. She was 91. She came to this country, post WW2 with her husband, a baby, a suitcase and a Singer sewing machine. She is survived by her son, three grandchildren and six great grandchildren. It was a simple beautiful ceremony of a life lived in peace. Of happiness and long Summer days.

Hers is but one of the stories that makes this country what it is today. We are a country built on immigration and inclusiveness. 

Now more than ever, I am reminded of the need for compassion.

97% refugees will never find a new country to raise their families in peace and prosperity. There are no queues, just endless roadblocks. Would you be prepared to wait 175 years to be resettled? 

My heart aches for our collective loss of humanity. I hope for better days and better policies. Ones reminiscent of those that allowed Babcia and her family to build a life here.