My brother was arrested for dealing drugs a number of years ago. At the time, he had a daughter and his wife was pregnant. According to the DEA agents, they had enough evidence to justify arresting his wife also but knowing that she was pregnant, they decided that arresting him was enough.
He went to a federal prison about 90 minutes from where he lived. For the three years he was incarcerated, his wife and my mom visited almost every weekend. I visited every time I went home. Those visits were brutal. We tried to make the most of the time together but leaving as he remained behind was the most difficult thing I’ve had to endure. Watching the pain on his wife’s and my mother’s faces as they left him was equally bad. As was having his son born while he was locked away.
Luckily, his wife kept their small business going while he was away those three years. When he was released, he had work to go back to as a result. These many years later, my brother’s business is thriving and he hires as many ex-offenders as possible. I am so grateful that the DEA agent spared my sister-in-law. If he hadn’t, I don’t think that they would have been able to get good paying jobs and their family would have been torn apart in far more damaging ways that it was. In a way, he was lucky. I guess we all were.