There is so much I could write about the valiant effort our Trish’s daughter, Frankie, has made to give her two children the best possible lives. She’s done so in the face of overwhelming odds. As many of you know, eight years ago Frankie’s former husband did serious harm to their infant daughter while Frankie was at work. That the baby survived is a miracle.
What Frankie has accomplished in fighting for her daughter is equally so. Abuse casts a long shadow. Frankie’s daughter will never be free of what her father did to her. Neither will Frankie.
But she fights on. She fights on to give her daughter everything she needs. She fights on so her daughter can thrive and be all things possible. Frankie has had to do so against a society that too often makes caring for children with forever health needs even harder. As we all know, there is no parental leave worth a damn. All too often there is no financial support for parents who have to juggle weekly therapy and doctors' appointments with work. And there is the isolation. Too often people chose their discomfort over being there for those who most need our support.
On top of how our society is willfully blind to the needs of families like Frankie’s, there have been health issues. Work issues. And now the car has died.
Right before the holidays.
The car she needs for work and to get her beautiful little girl to all the therapy and doctor appointments she needs requires work she has no money for.
$2000 worth of repairs and lost income. At least.
Frankie didn’t ask me to do this. She doesn’t like asking for anything. She fears being a burden, a failure.
Frankie is soul exhausted.
My soul just feels worn out. I keep going for the kids but my soul is worn out.
After eight years of constant struggle, each of us would be the same.
I know what it feels like to be where she is. Soul exhaustion hollows you out, empties hope, leaving you struggling to put one foot in front of the other. If I could I’d give her and the children the world. But I can’t.
What I can do is ask for your help.
I had just wanted the kids to have a better life then I did. And I know I still have time but she’s almost 8. I wanted to be in a better place by now.
She’s blaming herself for things not of her own making, something our society is very good at programing us to do.
I feel like life is some test that I keep failing no matter how hard I study.
She doesn’t deserve this. No one does. She badly needs a break, a respite. Time to heal.
The kids' grandparents want them to come live with them to rest and rebuild. But moving takes money too.
I know this time of year finances can be tight, but if you can, will you help?
Frankie’s paypal address is — stormeyes27@gmail.com
Together, one donation at a time, we can make healing and hope possible for Frankie and her children.
What else is the season for?
My deepest thanks to all of you for all that you do to make this world a better place. Never doubt that together — we make miracles happen.
From my house to yours, a blessed Holiday Season.
Update!
We’re a quarter of the way to the goal already! And Frankie is beyond thankful and yes, tearful, in a good way.
It's saying 705!
I only got email notifications for a few, I didn't realize it was that much already.
This means so much to me. I just want to do good by the kids. Give them the life they deserve.
All of you are giving her back hope and nothing is more precious.
We will get this done!
Update 2 —
Over half way there —
$1225. Legitimately crying now.
Im starting to finally see hope. It may not be an easy journey, but im gonna make it to that degree and im not giving up. The kids need to see that good things happen.
Yes, she wants to be an RN. Has been working as a CNA, but being an RN has always been her dream. We’re going to have a party when that happens. :)
Update 3!
$1770! We are almost there!! We will do this. Let’s go!
Final Update for the Night — We did it! You did it! You made hope and peace of mind possible again. We made the goal of $2000 and a bit more!
I feel so much more hopeful now.
I am so amazed what they accomplished in less than 24 hours. Its a miracle
I keep saying that you’re all miracle workers, because you are. Deepest thanks and blessings to you and yours. Thanksgiving Day indeed. :)