Transcripts, appeals, motions, legal decisions, attorney bills…aaauuugghhhh! It drove me crazy. I moved them from the table to the dresser, to the counter, and back to the kitchen table. Inevitably, if I got rid of something—the attorney would ask for it and I would have to track down another copy. Truthfully, I hated all of those papers. But, I also valued and protected them because I knew we were going to need them for something important in the future.

It was overwhelming to sort through all of the papers I picked them up from our defense attorney after the sentencing. So many reports and files from both sides of the case. All I could see were piles of paper that had changed the course of my life. And now they were spread out across my house as a constant reminder that my life would never be the same. There were days that I resented the fact that I needed to take care of all those stupid, important, irritating papers.