It gets easier, but it doesn't get easy

Just a note to those who have recently joined M.I.S.S. in search of some connection and understanding. I look back over almost two years since my world was turned upside down, and I see that I have gone through all the stages of grief (still working on acceptance). Whether it is our son or daughter who is incarcerated; whether s/he is guilty, innocent, or something in between; whether the imposition of a sentence was fair or unfair -- our experiences have a great deal in common, and we are a fellowship of travelers down a difficult road. We are effectively serving a sentence for something we did not do, and our lives will never be the same. It helps to believe that God loves us and our precious family member, and that all lives have meaning, even those who are not free. Thank you for being a part of my faith walk. I hope I can in some small way brighten other lives as several in M.I.S.S. have brightened mine. God bless you!

Janet I read your post because of your title. You are right on so many levels, I am no stranger to grief it seems like every time it comes to visit it has its own seat with a cup of coffee waiting at the table. This time the whole coffee pot has been brewing nonstop. I have been drowning myself in work literally 7 days a week just to say busy. But now I find myself seeing my son when I know he is not there. Yesterday I spoke to a counselor who has been assigned to him and she says 2037. My heart went up to my throat. My son just turned 22 the day after his sentencing. What killed me more is the day before his trial he called me to ask for money so he could make himself a birthday cake. That was my little boy who called me not the monster they made out to be. Every year before his birthday he would call in that silly voice and say Mom you know I love you RIGHT.. MY response was "what do you want"..but this time I said no.

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Monica July 7, 2016 at 7:39am

Janet I read your post because of your title. You are right on so many levels, I am no stranger to grief it seems like every time it comes to visit it has its own seat with a cup of coffee waiting at the table. This time the whole coffee pot has been brewing nonstop. I have been drowning myself in work literally 7 days a week just to say busy. But now I find myself seeing my son when I know he is not there. Yesterday I spoke to a counselor who has been assigned to him and she says 2037. My heart went up to my throat. My son just turned 22 the day after his sentencing. What killed me more is the day before his trial he called me to ask for money so he could make himself a birthday cake. That was my little boy who called me not the monster they made out to be. Every year before his birthday he would call in that silly voice and say Mom you know I love you RIGHT.. MY response was "what do you want"..but this time I said no.
Becky July 5, 2016 at 10:23pm

bless you!

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