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[Susie]

I thought it would be good idea should any member wishing to share their story to post here.

To keep this thread clean it will be closed so would any member wishing to share their journey, heartbreaking as it maybe or not please pm any mod or myself and we shall unlock this thread and add your story

[Susie]

Just had to share this with you all,so moving




Aging out
The Cost of Waiting.

Days turn into weeks
The weeks into months
The months into years
the years into decades

A lifetime of waiting
of wondering
of losing hope.

In anguish I sit
typing and writing
praying and crying
to no avail
with little hope

In silence and in darkness
I find no solice, nor consolation
With each passing day,
with every waking hour
I realize that we all change

Slowly,
in small increments
as the days turn into weeks
and the weeks into months and then years
My family and myself change to the point when I fear.

That they are not the ones I knew
That I am not the same person that they knew
It is the gruseome, tireless truth that will forever remain.
That a family torn assunder will never be the same as before.

As politicians debate over what is right
as they sit on halls of justice
their lack of action denies
others hope.

As they debate,
as they ponder,
I suffer.

JakeCastle

[Susie]

By Jake Castle


Default Re: Aging out
Tearfully eyed, I remember going g to the mall with brother as shopped for a pair of sandals, after which my brother and I shared a meal at the local Kenny Rogers Roaster’s at the local mall. It was the last meal I remember that my brother and I sat together and ate out, it. I remember filing for a leave of absence so I can accompany my family, my mom, my dad, my brother to the airport. Sadly I could not board that plane and I was left alone. This was the last time we were together as a family.

Seven years…. It has been almost seven years … Since then my brother, studied, graduated, earned a license as a nurse and had a son. Since then my mother has done what she could to visit me ever other year and my father had visited me six years ago.

Do I still know them… as in know them as FAMILY? The years of separation has caused me and my family incalculable suffering. Can a cold and heartless bureaucrat answer my question? Who grieves more, the mother longing for her son or the son longing for his family?

To mothers who yearn to be with their off-springs, to all sons and daughters yearning to be with their families my heart goes with you. For the longest time I have tried to distance my self from the seemingly empty abyss of sadness and hopelessness. Reading your post made me realize that I do not suffer alone.

It was in 1977 when my father was petitioned, it was in 1997 when a priority date was released. I should have immigrated with my family as a derivative beneficiary of my father‘s petition in 1999 but I aged out as the documents were processed. My father filed a petition in my behalf on 2000 as a son twenty one years old and above. In 2006 my family naturalized and became citizens.

Why must red tape interfere with the very spirit of the law?

Please keep me posted on the status of your cases, my mother is on her way to meet a lawyer and discuss the merits of my case.