As I type this, I happen to be close to where someone I knew lived. He was convicted for his part in a contract hit, and, IIRC, his father died while he was serving time. Best I can recall, he wasn’t allowed to to see him before he died, nor was he allowed to attend the funeral. We all thought it was a hard thing, but he was doing time.
He’s not the only one I’ve known who’s done time. Make of that what you will. Be that as it may, I don’t know if any of them faced something similar. This one, though, I remember.
The cold, hard, truth is that when you’re incarcerated, you’re incarcerated. Caregiver or not, it only comes into play during bail hearings and sentencing, and even then I wouldn’t hold my breath. Like someone I know who argued he could lose his job; the judge sentenced him to the expected period of jail time and added “I hope you don’t lose your job.” Has it not been for a friend who spoke to his employer, that’s exactly what would have happened.
Call that hard; call it cruel; that’s how things are.
