Today after cursing God for taking my son from me. Of course it isn't God's fault, but I was just going off. I got a letter from him for the first time since he has been in prison and I feel I lost him to the drugs and gang. I am full of emotion, hopeful that once he is out, he will change and have a future. He sounds like himself again, my child not the thug that lived here. I pray to God he stays in the right direction because the life is a hard one and ends usually two ways, death or prison. I feel hopeful for the first time in months. He is my child and I love him and will never abandon him no matter what.