So, my 17 year old son is in jail. There, I said it. It is still very hard for me to grasp that fact.
When I walk by my son’s room, seeing it all clean and tidy I like to think he is away at college, learning and having a fun time. Reality sets in and I feel an ache in my heart.
I’m wondering when the day will come that I can think of or talk about him without a knot emerging in my throat or tears coming to my eyes.
While running errands today, I ran into a friend who is aware of what is going on in our home….I cried right there in store. I didn’t ball my eyes out, but I couldn’t stop the welling of tears. I’m strong and I have faith that things will turn out OK, so why…..why can’t I stop these overwhelming emotions?