Growing up is a challenge. As a youngster I blinked eyes of innocence. In my adult years, I am aware of the trappings of life. Oh Lord, let me view the world through the eyes of a child, once more.
Now that my mother has passed on I find myself thinking of specific events she may not have been aware of. However, I'm sure she knows now. Mom, love ya. Miss ya. Son Dick.
It is a terrible experience to visit your son in prison. To see him locked behind barbed wire, with guards monitoring every movement. We still love him.