I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel with my son, Cameron.
On Nov. 16, he can mail his letters to apply for judicial release. On that day, he will have marked 1,825 days in prison.
Most times it seems like a lifetime and others, not so much. To him, I’m sure the former applies.
There were times when none of us were sure we’d make it. Long once-a-month trips to London marked my calendar, some for naught as we were turned away for one newly-instituted rule or another. We came to know the corrections officers and they us. At one time, this is not something I would have imagined I could say.
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