Monday, November 26, 2012

"This road never looked so lonely"

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving holiday.  We enjoyed the beautiful weather out at my parent's land even though a couple of people got some stomach flu that's been going around!  The most recent letter I wrote to Brent asked if we could send him food or anything like that over the holidays.  I know he can receive books as long as they come from the publisher.  I wonder what they would do if I called and had a pizza delivered to the jail?  It will be interesting to see what the answer is.
Some of you have been kind enough to write to him, even though you may not know him, or may not know him well.  This appeal (that I am starting to think is imaginary) is still waiting out in legal-space somewhere.  That's why I haven't posted recently; there haven't really been any changes, but since some of you are writing and sharing, I thought I would update.
I hear stories on the news quite frequently about people who have been wrongly convicted of a crime, spent years in prison, and then were eventually exonerated.  This both terrifies me and gives me hope at the same time.  I appreciate that people who know my family now or knew us when Brent, Lisa and I were children support us, knowing that Brent is not capable of the crime of which he is accused. I am not saying he's Superman or free of flaws.  We all have things about us that people will criticize.
For example:
1)  Even though it has never done anything to me, I hate celery.
2)  I will call people on their BS even if it means making enemies.
3)  I will say out loud that the Shins are one of the most overrated bands of all time. (Yeah.  Totally said it.)
4)  I prefer *most* dogs to *most* people.
5)  I am still mad at Justin Campbell for squishing a baby bird in 2nd grade.
6)  He had it coming, but I punched Greg Kennington in the face in the 5th grade.  Hard.
7)  I hold onto grudges (see above).
8)  I never make the bed.
9)  Even though I am vegetarian, after Lucas died, I ate fish at Long John Silver's.  Twice.
10) I didn't go see my grandmother as much as I should have before she died.

The comparison I give people when they ask about Lucas is this:  Brent injuring Lucas, his own son, so badly and violently would be like me taking my little 7 pound dog Gizmo, who I adore, and shaking him.  Shaking him violently til his bones broke.  His retinas bled.  His body went limp.

I have stood in traffic like a mad woman blocking cars to pick up a stray dog that I don't know.  The idea that I would EVER do something like that to one of my pets is outside the realm of possibility.  THAT is what I tell people about Brent and Lucas.  So whatever people think about me and my flaws ("Did you see what she said about the Shins and celery?"  "Bitch.") I am confident that they would know it is untrue if I were accused of such a thing.  THAT is what I truly believe about Brent.  And I will not stop until he is released and the person actually responsible for my nephews death is arrested and brought to justice.  Thanks to all once again for your support.

Here is the song that helps me on Monday mornings when I wake up and this is still reality.


Here is the link if it doesn't load:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sENM2wA_FTg

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---jaime