December 23, 2015 Letters

December 23, 2015 Letters:

Dear Allan and Philip,

I know I haven't been there for you for the longest time.  To watch you grow, to support you in your careers.  I just was too busy trying to live for myself.  But, when I needed you there, you were there, supporting me, still allowing me to be free.  Thank you.

I just want to say, Thank you again.  Instead of thinking of communicating and supporting financially, our cousins in the Philippines and going home every 3 to 5 years, we just couldn't afford it.  Allan could, but he is bound inside a home and so are you, Philip.  And our relatives just couldn't figure out why we don't go to the Philippines as usual or more often than we should.  We're all working just to survive.

And in 1998, the US Government helicopters started hovering around my house.  I thought we're under attack or some sort.  I went to the hospital with "paranoia" symptoms, with cold sweat covering my body and people in the city driving around our house in Holgate non-stop.  Remember when we heard that "bomb" in the middle of the street, one night?  It was so loud that it shook our house.  We were at war in the middle of the city.  And then, I dreamt of a male Angel looking quite Angrily at us while we sleep in my father's persian rug, all 4 of us on the floor.  Next thing I knew, some other same ol' helicopter days, I was still sweating in cold sweat, you guys got home from work from the Nike Shoes Factory, I felt a cold hand touch my ankle.  I knew it was my father, trying to warn me of Philip's death soon because Allan is a leader of the planet, and all me, my mother, stella would probably be dead soon too.

That's when I woke up.  I started to eat, be active, and but was still having cold sweats now and then.  I gained weight, up to 170 lbs.

And then, one magical night, my father showed up to me in my room wearing a grey hat (the grey hat is me and Allan) and he advanced toward me, smiling.  Then, he disappeared halfway thru and I never saw him again.

Here's Anne Murray song:  You needed me

Philip is Travis Henry from Rachael's lifetimes (myself with DeMarcus as her husband).  Ray Mendoza is the next Ada Borstein.  Travis has two branches of trees - one, Philip who will become Justin Bieber someday and hencefully, Ada Borstein.  The other one is already an Ada Borstein.  Ok?

And may I wish that Michael Jackson, the King of Pop rest in peace.  And so is Herminigildo Manaois.  Father, hear me, thank you for everything.  And may you rest in peace.  And Fernando Poe Jr., may you rest in peace as well.  I'll pray for you tonight.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Amy