Today is perhaps one of the hardest days I have ever had in my life. I received news that I had been dreading to hear after a long year of praying, waiting and crying. My son, Brandon, has been in jail ever since August 2, 2017.
I remember the day that I got the call that my son had been picked up by the police at his my grandchildrens’ mother’s home and that the situation was very serious. When the charges were read to me I almost fainted. I cried while Kim held me in her arms and placed the call to inform his father as well. We all cried together. Our son was being accused of armed robbery. I just couldn’t fathom that my son, the one who gave me two beautiful grandchildren, the one who would call me up randomly or pop up unannounced just to say he loved me-could possibly be responsible for such a crime.
Well, here we are one year later and the judge has declared it so. My son is going to prison. My heart is heavy and this burden I cannot bear. I have to give it the Creator because my shoulders and my heart cannot carry this load. After this post I will be taking a break from blogging for a while to deal with my issues privately. If you are a person who prays, I ask that you will pray for our family as we try to come to terms with the cards that we’ve been dealt. Thank you. ~Mary~