I haven't been on here in awhile because I have been dealing with this thing called life. Then I log on and see all the joy and tragedy that my fellow mothers are going through and it makes me very happy that I found this organization. Whether we realize it or not, we are a special group of woman and God has dealt us this hand because we are some of the very few that could handle it and survive.
I got to see my son last month for the first time since he was locked up right before Christmas. My best friend from Texas flew into Chicago just to drive to Arkansas with me and be my rock. We had a great visit with my son even though it was through a glass window. The holding facility where he's at was very accommodating and even let us visit with him longer than allowed. I was very grateful for that.
We then drove to Texas so I could be there when my son's daughter was born and see the rest of my family for the holidays. On December 23 I received a phone call that my mom had taken a turn for the worse and to come to the nursing home as quick as I could. While driving there I received a text from my son's girlfriend that her water had broken and she was on her way to the hospital. Having been through child birth I knew it might be awhile so I continued to the nursing home where I met up with the rest of my family. I called the prison where my son is and told them the situation with my mom and asked them to please relay a message to my son to call me. They did and Kyle called and I put him on speaker phone so he could say goodbye to his Noni. We all said our goodbyes to my mom. I stayed there until my son's girlfriend was getting closer to delivering. I then raced to her hospital and my beautiful, healthy, granddaughter was born on the morning of December 24! I called the prison once again, explained the news and asked them to relay a message to my son to call me, which they promptly did. By this time I'm sure they thought I was crazy...lol.
My holiday week consisted of hospital hopping. My husband flew to Houston on December 28 to be my rock. My mom died on December 29. We held a memorial service for her a couple days later.Then my husband and I packed up, said our goodbyes and drove back to Illinois on New Year's Eve.
This was my circle of life trip.
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