Nothing new has happened except that the public defender is trying to get the prosecutor thrown out for misconduct concerning Andy's case. Allegedly the attorney for the prosecution was tweeting, texting, emailing about the case and that she is "going to get him." How the defense attorney found this out, I have no idea, but in the meantime more time passes. Which is not a bad thing because it counts as time he has served, and where he is right now is a better place to be serving than in another. His optimism has waned, and he has sounded more discouraged the last few times we have talked. I don't know that he has turned any kind of corner or is ready to make changes in his life.
Andy's dad and I were talking to a guy about our children the other day. We said we had five children, the oldest a disciplined athlete who trains endurance athletes to do the same, a daughter who is a therapist for at-risk youth, one son going to medical school, and the other an Orthopaedic Surgeon. He expressed his amazement at such accomplishments and said what great parents we are, blah, blah, blah. I reached over, touched his arm and said, "don't get too impressed, we have one son in jail." This son keeps us humble, but not ashamed. I will not hide in a closet because of the choices he has made. I think that is a huge part of my healing from this sad story. I still have hope for this son. His life is not over; he can become all he was sent to the the earth to become. It might be plan B or even plan C, but there is hope. And should his life end before that miracle of change takes place, I believe the opportunity for progression will be there for him, for all of us.
