Love Is A Verb
By: C.J. Williams

My husband is incarcerated in one of the oldest institutions in Florida. We, among other families with loved ones in prison in this area, have yet to locate a support group of many kind.

I've been seeking information on where and to whom my husband can turn when he's released. He needs help with getting his own business started and assistance with startup expenses. Nowhere have I found anything except a very bored and uninspired clerk at the county job center. He insists that the Department of Corrections will "help" my husband.

Let me brief you on how I've had to cope with my husband being in prison. When we married, my entire blood family turned me out of my own home. It's located behind them on their property. I had to give up my car as I can't afford to maintain it nor pay for the insurance. I've had to change my job many times. Currently, I ride my bicycle everywhere. I arrive at work on time in all sorts of weather.

Funny how all those former friends just fade away when one's spouse is incarcerated.

There are no vans or buses for trips to the prison so, to visit my husband, I cycle 30 miles on two days each month and 30 miles home. Love is a verb. something you do.

Along the way, I've discovered my waistline, stopped smoking and learned to find the rainbow behind the clouds. I've also learned to pedal slower up hill and to take off my socks when it rains.

My husband and myself are determined that he'll stay out of jail. Somehow our plans for our own cabinet-working business will come to fruition.


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