Friends going Home

One of my friends went home last friday. I wish him well.

Funny thing this is; not so funny actually, but interesting: the men, even friends avoid me, when they are close to the door.

Let me start out by saying this: even though I am a Lifer, I am always happy to see someone being released from prison, always. And, likewise I am sure they are happy as well. But, as their time nears they avoid me; respectful of the unique position I am in ; Life Without the possibility of Parole. 

I don't know how this ... mindset, started, but it has been the same way throughout my 29 years of incarceration. It is a curtesy that, I suppose, we show one another; no additional salt into the wound per se. Oh yes, sometimes they will slip in my presence and say something like "I have two week left" or "I have three years left" and then they will see me ... apologize and turn red, as if they have done something wrong. Which, of course, they haven't. I will smile and assure them that I am not like that, I don't get sad or angry because of someone elses good fortune, but I get it, it's a respect thing. I get it. But as true as my love for my children, I wish them well.

No, I'm not Institutionalized or even close to it. If they were to release me I'd go, immediately. I have family waiting for me, so I do want to go home, but I do not dwell upon ... it. I do not lie around thinking about ... it. I do not even pray for ... it. I have accepted this as my life and as such, I will live it as best I know how ... wishing others well in the Free-world. :) 

Peace be with you Saffa. mark

FCI Bastrop, Texas 12-1-2025