he can t. i know he s grieving. my son is gone and my brother is gone. it s like [ bleep ] i m here by myself and i need my brother or my baby, one of the two. is there someone here you can talk to? i don t want to talk to people. i just want people to leave me alone. i go to all my classes at nighttime. i lay in bed and i have all kind of bad thoughts. normally, wise would have had her beth friend and her brother s girlfriend, trenty baker to speak to, but baker was transferred to prison two weeks earlier. it was so sad watching her go. a crying battle. she was a really good support for me, you know. i would like to think i was for her, too. it was sad watching her walk out. let s go to the chapel. today, wise will have someone
five years in prison. she said her goal this time was to overcome her addiction and become a better mother to her thi children. her son has been in the care of her brother. is one of my officers up there? we have an issue. now sergeant collette received tragic news. last name wise, w-i-s-e. first name michelle. i don t believe she knows, he child died. the baby was barely 2 months old. let s get ahold of chaplain to see if he s aware of that and rehouse her in medical, if we can. thank you. all right. bye-bye. so, sergeant, what is that about?
jail officials permitted wise to attend her son s funeral. i remember him being warm and soft and holdable. not in that casket and being cold and stiff. but, i don t regret, i m glad i went. i probably would have regretted not going. wise, who no longer has a relationship with her son s father last saw her brother at the funeral. she s not been able to reach him since then. he got two full months with him and now my brother is nowhere. my baby is dead and he s gone. i don t have my baby and i don t have my brother. it s i don t understand how he can t. i know he s grieving. my son is gone and my brother is gone. it s like [ bleep ] i m here by myself and i need my brother or
because i didn t know how long i was going to, you know, i didn t know how long it would be before i could see him again or hold him or smell him. now i can t hold him or smell him or see him. jail officials permitted wise to attend her son s funeral. i remember him being warm and soft and holdable. not in that casket and being cold and stiff. but, i don t regret, i m glad i went. i probably would have regretted not going. wise, who no longer has a relationship with her son s father last saw her brother at the funeral. she s not been able to reach him since then. he got two full months with him and now my brother is nowhere. my baby is dead and he s gone. i don t have my baby and i don t have my brother. it s i don t understand how
my baby, one of the two. is there someone here you can talk to? i don t want to talk to people. i just want people to leave me alone. i go to all my classes at nighttime. i lay in bed and i have all kind of bad thoughts. normally, wise would have had her beth friend and her brother s girlfriend, trenty baker to speak to, but baker was transferred to prison two weeks earlier. it was so sad watching her go. a crying battle. she was a really good support for me, you know. i would like to think i was for her, too. it was sad watching her walk out. let s go to the chapel. today, wise will have someone to speak to, her brother. chaplain farnam arranged for them to have a contact visit. he agreed to come at 10:00. he may be running late. is it past 10:00? yeah.