So today Frankie was supposed to be a witness for one of the people who broke into the store about a month ago. His mom and "meth head" sister were there, but he was not. He had waived his preliminary hearing. . . noone told us, so there we sat. While sitting there. . .
A nice looking young man was brought in for his preliminary hearing in handcuffs and leg shackles (?). His parents were sitting beside me. His mother was trying to maintain some type of composure. However, tears filled her eyes and quietly trickled down her face. I wanted to cry with her; such a sad looking face. I pondered that her tears were not because of her feelings, but because she loved her son so much. She recognized that his decisions had taken him down a path that would cause him problems. . .I wanted to reach out and hug her but realized that would probably be crossing MANY boundaries! When we were leaving we ran into the detective in the hall. . .
He showed us the picture (read mug shot) of another suspect they were trying to arrest today for the break in. It took my breath away. . .we knew him. Now I really felt like crying. He played babe ruth with David one year. I had tried to be a good friend to his mother and to him. His mother had surgery and we had helped with meals etc. He had been in the store shopping etc. I knew their family was dysfunctional and that this was the path of least resistance for him; however, I hoped. . . but the drugs, alcohol, and gangs were too much temptation. . .
So, today I am feeling pretty sad. Is it better to hope and be sad or accept and harden ourselves?
The good news: I LOVE MY CHILDREN! How grateful I am that they are safe and sound. Although, David is outside in the rain working at the airport tonight. . .He is working!
More good news: I love my husband for understanding my sadness today. I don't think I am allowed to go to court with him next time though.
Thanks for listening/reading if you made it this far.
Much love.
