~I didn’t even realize they had executed Wayne Ritter until I smelled his burned flesh.~
~And with that laughter, I realized that the State of Alabama could steal my future and my freedom, but they couldn’t steal my soul or my humanity…Everything, I realized, is a choice. And spending your days waiting to die is no way to live.~
~Anyone who had something of value ordered from commissary or left over from a meal passed it one to the other until it reached Henry. Nobody took it for himself. Nobody interrupted the chain of comfort as it wound its way up and down and around the row until it reached Henry.
We all knew grief.
We all knew sorrow.
We all knew what it was like to be alone.
And we all were beginning to learn that you can make a family out of anyone.~
~Some nights are just made for crying.~
~It’s hard not to wrap your life in a story – a story that has a beginning, and middle, and an end. A story that has logic and purpose and a bigger reason for why things turned out the way they did. I look for purpose in losing thirty years of my life. I try to make meaning out of something so wrong and so senseless…Every single one of us wants to matter. We want our lives and our stories and the choices we made or didn’t make to matter. Death row taught me that it all matters.~