WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 2009
Managing Family Affairs From Federal Prison
Some days, such as today, I feel the full force of being a prisoner. Simply said, I miss my family.
On January 22nd, my 34th birthday, my brother Todd and his wife Sunny brought a special gift to our family when Sunny gave birth to my niece, Clover Faye. I can't explain why or perhaps I lack the ability to properly convey, the reason I woke up today feeling the way I do. I guess I'm still sad because I couldn't be home to celebrate this joyous time.
An inability to participate in family affairs is one of the consequences of confinement. This harsh reality nearly cripples some men. I'm at a point in my confinement, however, where I'm able to harbor these feelings and proceed with my day. I won't deny that it took me a while to recognize that as I serve my sentence, life moves on. I'm not sure that I'll realize how much I've missed until I leave Taft Camp.
As a prisoner, all I can do is strive to prove myself worthy of the love and support I receive from my family. My confinement has been smooth, in large part because of the faith they continue to have in me. I'm not sure if I could make it without them.
My sentence is coming to an end before too long and I'm frequently asked what I'll do between the time I leave Taft Camp and report to the halfway house later that day. Most assume I'll rush to devour my favorite food, or find time to see a woman, or head to the golf course to squeeze in 18. Don't get me wrong. Those things are all on my list. Holding and visiting my niece, however, will be my one and only stop once these gates open for me on the 20th of May.
