....When I was out in population, on the weekend it`s a popular thing to stand in the dayroom windows and watch as the visitor`s come down the sidewalk to the visitor`s area. Let me tell you, they come down that sidewalk in all manners. From young to old, limping and laughing, they come. From cartwheels to wheelchairs, they come. All for a person whom some can`t even touch and after a short time through glass or across a table, they say goodbye. It`s only after the visit is over, that they notice how much the other has changed; how their son or daughter looks so much bigger then the pictures taken, (capturing them growing up).. one picture at a time. One visit at a time, this is how some convicts witness their seeds progress. Some gone so long, that mama`s and daddy`s come, with their canes, their walkers, their cartwheel turning wheelchairs :-), a gray hair here, or there, where it wasn`t a decade ago.
Time barking in its silent voice. But they come, the ones whom didn`t rob that man, or rap that woman, the ones whom hand never touched one drop of a blood, but just as effected, as the ones whom find forgiving so difficult.
Yeah... you ought to see them kids coming down that sidewalk, coming to see the other half of their family, ...their daddy. Or even moms and dads coming to see a son, they won`t see again byond the gate, that traps them for that short moment of bonding.
But they come, till they can`t anymore...
taken from the letter from Oct. 4, 2010