I don't think I fully understood that my mother will be in Alderson Federal Correctional Institution in West Virginia for the next two years starting Friday until I said it aloud to a supporter at our house just now.
Like, two years is a long time. It's as long as my dad was in Milan. That time...it seemed so surreal. And so does this.
She says she doesn't want me or my brother to go when my dad drives her down, because she doesn't want us to see her like that. But, we're going to visit her. We're going to see it. We're going to see her in prison clothes, wasting away before our eyes like my dad did. We're going to see her demeaned, treated like a hardened criminal who doesn't deserve kindness.
We're going to suffer again, only this time it'll be less often, because she'll be eight hours away instead of one.
I'm going to miss my mom.
I'm going to miss her so much.
And I don't think I can deal with that realization.
