its been almost 13 years seems like yes. my brother god rest his soul. his name was ernie he got caught up in the drugs harder than most... i guess crack was his choice anyway we live in a small town pop.3800 first murder in 38 or so yrs. anyway it was my brother who went down for it all. i know that 3 other people were involved ,one dead 2 still free and not many people know were involved. not many people care, its concidered a closed case. and thats how i wish it to be. however i want closer more than ever. it will never come. case closed by my brother and the distric attorney who says case closed. my brother was a good decent human being who i believe took the rap, like he alaways did, my dad died 3 weeks later mt brother was 26. now my son 26 is in camphill pa serving a sentence of 2 to 4 its hard as hell sometimes im almost sure noone knows what im going through. it rules my life. it breaks my heart everyday i worry i may never see him again anyway i am just wondering if anyone is in the same situation i am. my name is lisa and my son is in camphill pa

Lisa, not entirely. People who come here all have some type of tie to the prison system. Either a family member, friend and in some cases interested CO's.

This site is dedicated to those lost to the system and I come to it because my son was a near miss. Last October he was injured severly by another inmate. When the state police showed up at my home to tell me 24 hrs had gone by and he was in ICU in a near coma. I had to approve a blood transfusion and the insert of a tracheotomy to replace the breathing tube after 2 weeks but we were not allowed to visit him with the exception of 2 1/2 hr visits that I managed to get approved during the 1st few days. He survived and spent the next several months gaining back his strenth and I would like to say in rehab except prison does not do rehab. He has a mild memory loss, but is otherwise healthy.

He had a 3 year sentence and could have been home in 2 with times cuts. He got the 1st one and was looking to see what he wanted to take class wise for the 2nd when this happened. We have less than 6 months left, but he would have been home if he had not been hurt.

I'm grateful every time I get to see him to be able to hold him, every time he calls I'm tickled to talk to him (because of the damage from the trach he was unable to talk well until March of this year). I treasure the letters I get. He knows what he wants to say but has a hard time getting the words on paper so he gets frustrated.

The state police officer who investigated was very kind. I was on the phone with her one day and bawling my eyes out. She had been a nurse in a nother life and suggested that I needed grief counseling. That even though he made it, it was so close I was experiencing symptoms of grief. I couldn't afford it but found this web site searching the internet for answers. It has helped me get over the worst. Getting my son home will complete the process but there are days I still fight to stay positive.

Hugs to you.