Kevin had been inside for nearly six months when I flew out to Illinois for our first visit. I had been heavily briefed – two forms of proper identification, a bag of coins for the vending machine, a long list of prohibited items of clothing, acceptable forms of behavior and contact.
I have a child in prison. He is a young adult, very young, 20 years old. I have only hugged him a handful of times for approximately 3 years. He is behind glass most of the time and for the last year he is 3 hours away so I’ve only seen him one time there. It’s awful, all the way around.