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MOTHER’S DAY had always been a special time for my mom and and myself.Being her firstborn gave me a leg up on those four other pretenders to my birthright…..

Every MOTHER’S DAY it was the priority of my day to be the first of my siblings to call Mom.I would wait until 8am,knowing that my brothers and sisters don’t get up that early on Sunday morning. So when she would answer the phone we played the same game, I would ask her:”Am I the first to call Mom?”and she always answered the same way:”Of course you are honey you’re my firstborn after all aren’t you?” Then we would laugh and get on with our phone call,with me asking what she was doing on her MOTHER’S DAY?

On MOTHER’S DAY 2013,I went about my normal production of calling my mom,collect, at 8am(what a terrible burden I put on that lovely lady by being in prison),and we danced the same dance and once again I asked her what she was doing on her special day?

She said they were staying in because her back was bothering her,and that my sister Jenny was taking her to the Doctor on Monday.

Let me digress for a moment… in 2012 my mom had had a heart attack;and what happened in the intrum was that my sister Jenny and my brother Scott went to battle over what kind of treatment Mom should receive,and where she would receive it.Needless to say Jenny won out.So mom had an operation-she had 5 veins removed from the back of her leg to do a quadruple heart bypass, and one to replace her cartiroid artery in her neck…
A few months later she told she wished she would have just died! Of course I called my sister Jenny as soon as I got off of the phone.We all knew that the theropy was taxing on her,but none of us wanted her to die!

For many years,prior,my mother had been buying me reference material to make my studying more complete;both for personal endeavors and day room communal studies with other inmates. Even so I could never get her to make a personal commitment to Christ Jesus as savior.

So after she said she wished she had simply died when she had the heart attack;I began. a campaign to convert my mother to Christianity with all vigor.

To shorten a complicated story,suffice to say,by 2013,my mother had been evangelized to the nth°…

Later, in the formentioned week ,I had a strong uncsion from the Holy Spirit to call my mom again.So on Friday I called and got no answer! This was highly suspicious, since her and my stepfather are were quite old.

So I tried calling my sister Jenny and she answered the phone call all out of breath. Quickly she told me,”You’re lucky you got ahold of me, for I just ran in to change my clothes!”Then she blurted out:”MOM IS GOING TO DIE TODAY!”

It seemed as if all the air was sucked out of the dayroom!


Then my sister said,”Mom had a message she wanted me to give you.”I asked,”what did she say?”Jenny said,”Mom told me to tell you that she was’ seeing Jesus!’ ”

My sister then said she told mom,”NO STAY WITH ME!”I then said,”Don’t try and stop Mom from going to Jesus, Jenny!”

She told me”it is too late anyway!”I told her”I think not,I believe God was right on time”.

So the last words I heard from my Mom’s mouth on that fainted MOTHER’S DAY was,”I love you too,honey!”

Neither of my two sister’s, or brother, could stand being there when Mom passed on.So they downloaded all of Elvis’s music and put it on a player and had it playing by her hospital bed(Elvis was her favorite musician).

Instead of being there my sisters had both of their oldiest daughters standing in for them.

As Victoria sat on one side of Grandma,and Faith on the other…
one week after MOTHER’S DAY,at 7:05am,Elvis was singing “Love me tender”.Victoria, who is an RN,said” the clouds parted on that cloudy day,and a bolt of light shined on Grandma’s bed,and she breathed her last breath!”

I believe my mom is laying on Jesus’ bosom as I write this!



Eric Bushnell
DOC #828258


One of the most difficult things I have ever had to deal with is : what does love mean ? Is it just a fleeting emotion ? Is it a predetermined destination ? Or could it simply be a choice we arbitrarily make along the way, without rhyme or reason ?????

Is it the same thing to love your spouse, your children,your mom and dad,and your friends?

I think not!

What language can be found that shall describe this matchless unparalleled thing that we call “love”?

It is so vast and boundless how can we define it with mere words?

A poet once said,”O love,thou fathomless abyss!” For this love dilima is unmeasurable.

The Greek language has four different words for this complex emotion :
1) EROS– this love is sexual by nature.
2) STORGE — speaks of familial love.
3) PHILIO– here we have love for a friend.
4) AGAPE– this is often called “higher love”,in that it refers to God’s benevolence, which is an undeserved act of His will towards humanity.

More songs have been written about love than any other topic.

It has inspired some of the best and worst ,poetry. As this website will attest to.

It has set on fire, and broken, countless hearts throughout history. Yet for the final word on it we must turn to the Bible.

In the NT only two words are used to define love: AGAPE (AGAPAO) and PHILEO.

These are wonderfully contrasted in Christ’s restoration of the Apostle Peter– John 21:15-19:

Jesus asks Peter, “Do you love(AGAPAO) me more than these?” Peter response is,” Yes, Lord; You know that I love (PHILEO) you.”A second time Jesus asks him,”Do you love (AGAPAO) me?”Peter once again gives the same answer he gave earlier.Here is the clincher: Jesus said to him a third time “Simon son of Jonah,do you love (PHILEO) me?” This guestion troubled Peter greatly, but why? I think it was because Christ lowered himself to Peter’s level,speaking of something less than a love for God(Deut. 6:4-5).

This lesson can be driven home in our own hearts;because we can’t presume to be a friend of God without sharing AGAPE with him first.

What does this Godly love look like when applied one person to another?

There’s no better answer than the one given to us in 1Cor.13:4-6.

Love sufferes for a long time. In our modern way of thinking everything has a short shelf life, yet with this attitude, people in our lives ,who are hard to get along with ,are cast aside. No one knows this better than an incarated person.

Many of us in prison have lost touch with family and friends.Yet this attitude runs in complete contrast to the love of God. For true love puts up with people who would be easier to give up on.

Finally I would like to make one more point:Godly love is truth! For it endures all things.In love I now accept the hardships of prison. Even though it seems society has rejected me, I move forward in the love of God which compels me.Instead of being discouraged I choose to encourage. For I have decided to walk in the true love of my Lord.

In His love,

Eric Bushnell
DOC #828258


When I was at WSP (Walla Walla) I grew to hate the address : 1313 13th ST.

Many unfortunate men have found themselves behind” the walls”, and they know all too well the darkness of that place !

When those beige bars come banging closed , and you find yourself in a cage with two other snarling beasts, it seems as if the world has ended …

I could tell stories of killings I have seen and heard, of homosexual rape ,fighting, strong arm robbery, and the crazy political structure therein. But I would only be feeding into the negative attitude that closed custody breeds .

There was only one way I could deal with Walla Walla,and that was to do my time with Jesus Christ.

Thus I became a prisoner for my Lord and Savior.

Along the way The Holy Spirit led me to a Bible verse…

“And now abides faith, hope, and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love”(1 Corinthians 13:13).

I found the love of God behind the walls!

My life Will never be the same because of those experiences.

So one day 14 years ago the Lord put something on my mind: to end all my correspondence with an ending to memorialize my stay at WSP:

In His love,
1 Corinthians 13:13

Eric Bushnell
DOC #828258

When I Was A Little Boy…

When I was a little boy my father told me a story about stealing watermelon from a local farm when he was a teenager.

He said ,” We used to run into a neighbors watermelon patch and each one of would snatch as big a melon as we could handle and run like our hair was on fire!”

He then told me that he and his friends
would take the stolen melons and put them in the local river until they were cold .

He then made a statement that made a huge impression on my young mind…
“Stolen watermelon is the sweetest!”

My father was not always a good man but he loved me with his whole heart,but his attitude infected my young mind. For after this I thought stealing was okay, and this set the tone for much of my life.

Whenever my parents would send me to the store to buy something I believed it was alright to steal whatever I could on their list and pocket the money.

When I was 12 years old I got caught stealing, and was let go…but I had already spent some of the money.

So I came up with a plan.

The way I used to steal these items was to get a shopping bag then walk through the store putting the items my mom wanted in the bag . This last time a boxboy caught me stealing.

So I went and told my mom and dad that I had already paid for our groceries and hid them in the store. Then when I went to retrieve them a box boy took them away from me!

They were livid, thinking me an honest boy.

So we drove to Safeway…

They went to the manager and told him my story.

He called the box boy in and read him the riot act. Then the manager made him take me around to get all the groceries.

What audacity I had.

Needless to say this set a pattern for my life .I knew if I flew below the radar I
could get away with almost anything.

So consequently I burglarized every house in the neighborhood , only taking small things, and I never got caught!

Around that time I started smoking cigarettes ; of course I was stealing them.

My dad found out that I was smoking and figured it was best if I didn’t sneak around, so he let me smoke I in the house .

He the asked me how I was getting my cigarettes anyways?

Being a quick study , I told him that I had a friend who would steal cigarettes and give me a pack.

Then I had an epiphany!

I told my parents that my friend could steal their brand of cigarettes and sell them to them for half price.

Now I had a business in black market items… I never got caught stealing again.

When I turned 28 I had a bunch of problems, so I started reading the Bible.

My life was out of control…

Then one day I read a passage that would change my perspective on everything:

“The word is near you, in your mouth and in your heart ( that is , the word of faith which we preach ): that if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes unto righteousness, and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation” (Romans 10: 8 – 11).

I believed this truth instantly, and then and there the Holy Spirit filled my heart!

The Lord Jesus now has me on a mission ( Matthew 28:18-20)

I began reading the Bible through , and lo and behold I ran into a verse that brought me full circle:

“Stolen water is sweet, and bread eatten in secret is pleasant. But he does not know that the dead are there, that her guests are in the depths of Hell” (Proverbs 9:17-18).

My father was killed in a gunfight in 1972.
His life was a mess.
His words infected my life.
But the word set me free (John 8:32,36).

Now I know just how confused my dad was; but that does not discount his love for me.

Now I having a new Father, and He is in heaven (John 6:8-13).

In His love,
1 Corinthians 13:13

Eric Bushnell
DOC #828258