Having an incarcerated family member impacts my daily routine, due to the fact that I am the sole provider for my household, that I have lost the one person I can depend on, and the hurt of missing him and watching my grandchildren miss him is hard.
Everything falls on my shoulders. Sometimes it seems as if I am carrying the weight of the word alone. But through it all God continues to bless me because there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and that is a hope that I can look forward to him returning home soon one day.
So I am not complaining because I know that is not the case for as many others who will never see freedom, or be with their families again.