(394 days to go)
I did not hear from my son until about 2:30 this afternoon. I am trying to discipline myself to be mindful about my day, and focus on what is at hand rather than let my imagination go wild with what my son is going through.
We spoke briefly as I got off the bus, on my way to the library to blog before I go teach piano lessons.
It is such a beautiful, winter day in Portland. The sky is a pale blue. It is chilly and crisp, but still. No arctic wind to chill the bones. Still, as I type this, my heart aches as I remember how much my son loves these kinds of days. I will ask him next time we speak if they are allowed any outside time at Coffee Creek.
He still has not gotten his prescriptions. So I just wrote a letter to his attorney. I left a voicemail this weekend, but I realize he is very busy. And Andrew is not his immediate concern. I also informed him that Andrew does not have a sheet with his charges printed. He is really worried about being sent to the next facility without his papers on him. I told his lawyer that the other prisoners look at your charges to see if you committed a sex crime. If you have, you will be tortured.
This sounds like paranoid thinking, but I have heard about this from several men here on the outside. And Andrew has heard about it on the inside.
We need to have his papers in order.
In the back of my mind, I hear a loud German Gestapo, asking for papers, bitte!
Oy!
I need to take a few moments to breathe.
Andrew said he did testing today. Basic reading, writing and math. I am curious how that will fit into his assessment.
That is all the news I have for now.
To be continued tomorrow....
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