Posts tagged ‘brother’

August 15, 2012

looking forward.

It’s been a whole year since I’ve seen my older brother, Donnie, and next weekend will be the first time I go to see him with the feeling that finally he has seen some sort of light and understands that life can be good.

It’s a long story about why he is where he is and how he managed to land himself there. I won’t go into details for his privacy, but even at his lowest low, he is (and was) still a good person. I think anyone here knows him can tell you how easily he can make you laugh.

I used to just deal with the worry and fear about what he was doing, but lately he’s been better. He’s had to work out his own issues. And he is clean, has a job, and he is paying back restitution and fines and plans on staying west instead of coming home. This place, these people are bad news for him and the habits that he could so easily fall back into. He needs to stay west, and we all agree.

I am almost nervous to see him. A prison, no matter how minimal and lackluster the security is, is still a prison in my mind. An uncomfortable place where criminals live. Not the ideal place to visit family.

Hopefully we can get pictures (I don’t know the rules on that yet) and everyone can get to actually see the progress he is made, the fat he has put on. Even last year he look like a happier, healthier Donnie. We can only hope that it continues.

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June 2, 2010

oh, brother.

When you look through those bars
and hear that heaviness catch and lock
leaving you living like a caged animal,
does it feel worth it?

Is it exhilerating now?
That high you were searching for,
stealing for, lying for,
does it seem worth it now?

That green jumpsuit doesn’t quite
suit you.

I sleep better at night
knowing you are there
in a cell for hours and hours,
knowing you can’t get drugs (as easily),
knowing you are safer in that place
surrounded by (other) criminals,

safer than you ever were
with any freedom.

January 13, 2009

Ah, how sweet.

They finally did it. They’re legally married, and soon both Ashley and Tink (when the adoption finally goes through) will have the same last name as the rest of us.

It was a short and beautiful little ceremony at the courthouse, and of course, she teared. And of course, that made the rest of us girls tear up.

I cannot believe my baby brother is a married man!