What a place to be. In the beginning, and for several years, the accommodations weren’t that bad. I didn’t realize what a life sentence really meant, or how I would be forgotten as I rot inside this prison. Oh sure, I usually had plenty of exercise and fresh air and a few people even listened to what I had to say, even though it carried little weight. I can see how many times I was merely full of sound and fury and signifying nothing.
The good thing is I have learned so much I didn’t know at the beginning of my term. Over the years I have been so sure of this or that, and then I would study to fill in the missing pieces and surprise myself at how my perspective was often misguided. I have spent most of my time working on the inside, hardly noticing the outside through the only two windows I have. Sadly, some of my fellow inmates have no windows, or maybe just one. I shouldn’t complain.
Signs are pointing to a parole, and possibly soon. There are no more deals to be made, and though I am forced to pay the price of moving to another facility, I understand it will be a great improvement over my run-down, crumbling, hardly functional lodging where I am currently incarcerated. Everyday, as I lie here trapped in solitary confinement and too sick to ask for help, I look forward to the big move. Getting out is heavy on my mind.
In the early days of this sentence I should have made a greater effort to appreciate how good things were for me. Now, when obligated visitors--mostly family--take a few minutes to look through my windows, they see some pitiful old woman. When I look out from this side, where I think of myself as still young and supple and full of hope, I see what they cannot and will not --until they become trapped in their own prisons.
Oh dear! The pain is so much worse. Dear Lord, please take me home before it is more than I can stand.
The long awaited day of release is here. I don’t think I’m scared, but I am way beyond excited and ready to go. It will be wonderful to join the ones I know who have moved on up.
Gasp! Oh my. This is outstanding. Hallelujah! Goodbye, old body. Thank you, dear Jesus!
“Hey, Joe, be careful puttin’ her on the gurney. This lady was over 100 years old. We want her to look pretty for her family.”
“Yeah, Abe. I read about her. She used to be a beauty queen or a movie star or somethin’. Look at her wrinkled, old face now. They say she was sharp as a tack ‘til the very end, and read that Bible all the time.”
“You know Joe…I guess the worst thing about living so long is that our outsides don’t hold up so well, huh?”
“Yeah, Abe. But she went peaceful-like and has a smile. If she’s where I think she is that ain’t a problem no more.”
“I hafta agree. Dying, for a Christian, is more of a good thing than a bad one. She is definitely free. Must be nice.”
“Yep. Must be. I guess we’ll find out when it’s our turn. Hey, watch that bump.”
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