We watched “Deep Impact” yesterday so I’ve been thinking about you, the path that 1998 you had already travelled but had yet to travel more.

I have a friend in jail here for a crime she didn’t commit. She is trying so hard to hold on to her sanity. The state took her children away from her based on false charges. She’s been locked up for two months now; her lawyer has been MIA.

She’s relying on her Catholicism to get through it, studying the stories of saints who suffered for their faith.

I see three-year old you, puzzled about what’s going on, just as her children are puzzled about why they aren’t with their parents. The children suffer for reasons beyond their control, as did you.