My name is Jacqueline, and I’m reaching out to ask for your support as I try to keep a promise to my dad, Frank Corrales. Frank lived in the U.S. for 41 years before being deported in 2018. Since then, I haven’t seen him—not since I was eight and a half months pregnant with my second child. Now, Frank is in critical condition in Villavicencio, Colombia, and time is running out for us to be together again.

Frank has never met my youngest daughter, Camila, who is now three. He only met Amelia, my six-year-old, once—when she was just two days old, through plate glass at the detention center before he was deported. My oldest, Hayden, is eleven. Frank has missed so many milestones, and my children have missed knowing their grandfather. I promised Frank I would be there to say goodbye, and I am determined to keep that promise, no matter how difficult the journey.

Yesterday, I sent my dad a message that he hasn’t read and may never read, but it’s important to me: “I love you Dad. You better stay alive. Cause I’m gonna come see you soon. I promise. Te amo. Dear God, please take care of daddy. I have faith... in whatever you are... the universe, astrology. Whatever it is! My dad has always been there for me. Maybe not physically all the time. But he was THERE. I love him with all my heart. I align with divine timing. Health comes to me and my family with ease, clarity, and purpose. Namaste.”

I am raising funds to cover the cost of a round-trip journey to Colombia so I can be by my dad’s side. If you’ve ever loved a family member deeply, you know how important this is. Every contribution, no matter the size, brings me closer to fulfilling my promise and giving my children the chance to connect with their grandfather, even if only for a short time. Thank you for helping me make this possible. Your support means more than words can say.