September 25, 2018
There are some wounds that time cannot touch. Some losses that no number of years can dull. For Darlie, the ache of losing her two little boys, Devon and Damon, is as sharp today as it was the moment they were taken from her. In her most recent letter to me, she wrote of how much she misses them, how she longs to hold them, to hear their laughter, to have even just one more moment.
But those moments will never come, not in this life. Instead, she is trapped in a brutal, chaotic place, condemned for a crime she did not commit. A crime she is a victim of. And that reality, that relentless injustice, makes her want to scream.
Even in the darkest corners of despair, she finds strength in the kindness of those who believe in her. Encouragement is not just words it is a lifeline. It is proof that there are still people who see her truth, who refuse to forget, who will not let the world erase her story.
She is holding on, even as the walls close in, even as the years press down. Because hope is not something that can be stolen. And love, especially a mother’s love, never fades.
Strength is
Standing when the weight is unbearable.
Breathing when the air is filled with sorrow.
Holding on when there is nothing left to hold.
Speaking when the world tells you to be silent.
Enduring when the days stretch endlessly.
Believing when no one else will.


