Rest in Peace, Mother

It was on September 10, 2025, that I received news that my mother had passed away. You can never prepare for that day, no matter the circumstances. She lived a long life, almost 92 years, and I’m thankful for that.

I got locked up in 1968, barely 13 years of age. She was 33 years old. Today, I’m 71 years old and have been in prison for 57 years. Little did I realize then, she was also in prison, suffering with her son every day.

Mothers have a natural instinct to protect their babies, no matter how bad things turn out. They blame themselves for any failures. In my case, this couldn’t be further from the truth.

Any strength I got was from my mother. She is my rock. I have wanted to give up so many times, and there were times I have. She would never let me give up. Her motto was, “Never give up, Son.” For her children, she went hungry. She took beatings. She stole for us. My mother was never ashamed; she loved us too much.

We never had much of anything. We had moved from apartment to apartment, lived on food stamps, and received help from churches. My grandpa helped us a lot. My mother’s love for us outweighed any material things we could not afford.

I hoped I would never fail you, Mother, but I know I have, over and over. In your eyes, though, I was just a son you loved with all your heart and soul.

I miss you every day, Mother. I know you’re in God’s hands now; thank you, God. I won’t give up, Mother. I promise. I love you with a dedication that will grow forever, Mom.

Your Son,

Robert (2025)