Dear Alex and Julia,
This is my very first entry of something that I have been planning for a very long time: to find a way to communicate with you my thoughts and feelings as the days of your absence roll into weeks and months. I want to assure you have been in my mind every hour of every day and that it is not for lack of want on my part that we have not been in touch.
I do not know if or even when you will come across this, which I hope to be a diary of my communications with you; nor do I know what your desire, intent or predisposition will be towards me if and when you do come across this. It strikes me much as a "message in a bottle" but rather than the immense expanses of oceans seas between us, we have the vast dimensions of cyberspace.
In this my first communiqué to you I have made several decisions. One, to not make references to the circumstances that have created the present conditions: those will be amply publicized as a result of the Court battles that I have waged in defense of what I – and any and every other objective party – have agreed to be your best interests. Indeed, at some point in time my work “A Mandated Report” will be published, if even over the Internet, and the iniquities and hypocrisies of the Family Court system, and the legal systems of the State of
Two, I have decided to make this communication and open one, that is to say, available to anyone who happens upon it, is invited to receive it, and is referred to it. I am not so vain an individual to think that my love for my children as a father is so particular, so special, or so unique that they are worth hiding. Indeed, it is in this very manner of public statement that I hope this diary of my thoughts to you actually comes to your attention, since I am prohibited from direct contact with you.
Finally, I have decided to be spontaneous in the presentation of my ideas and simply avail myself of the benefits of basic spell-checking and grammar editing. As the ideas come to my mind I shall express them, inhibited only by the lack of digital dexterity and command of the English language.
And so it begins. . .
Julia, I remember something I used to tell you ever since you were little, something that always brings a smile to my face: when you were born and I saw you – and I was the first person in the family to see you and one of the first people in the world – I looked upon you in total awe because you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Today, over five and a half years later, you are still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Then I remember how tough you were when you were given your first three shots; you lay there so quietly, so stoically, with such toughness I have rarely seen in adults. So much so that I turned to the nurse, quite worried, and said: “Is she alright? Does she have some kind of neural disorder? Can’t she FEEL that?” The nurse assured a very concerned four-time father that he had sired another perfect little child.
Alex, when you were only days old, I remember when I had to speak at your bris – your ritual circumcision. I had not prepared anything because the Rabbi had assured me that there was nothing for me to do. Suddenly, in the middle of all the chaos of you screaming and the room filled with friends and relatives (we were at your cousin Noma’s new house in
There is so much I will be telling you two here; things that will be recorded on record that will grow and grow. Tonight it is 10:05 PM in Playas de Tijuana, at the new house you do not know. It is a very large house, “HUGE!” you would both say. We still have Miko and Sombra, but there are other changes that will surprise you and that I will tell you about at another time. The house has a very, very large patio, a guest house on the far right corner, and a laundry room at the other end. We also have a built-in dojo that has two entrances, one to the patio and one to the kitchen. We have a large gate, and a two-car garage on one side, and a one car garage on the other. The living room is also very large, and most of my books of my library are there. It is here where I am writing to you and it is here were I give my seminars – in Spanish. I also have an office that opens to the dojo. Upstairs there are three bedrooms, each with their own full bathroom – and oh, the living room has a toilet, and my office has a shower room with a toilet. I have your room set up Alex, and so is yours Julia.
I have not been working very much lately on the Omayok stories but I have not forgotten them. They will also be my way of communicating with you in the future. Right now I have been working very much on MAMBA Ryu and we have new kids in Junior MAMBAS. Alex, you always would ask me if someone was promoted to yellow belt and the answer is finally yes: two kids and boy and a girl.
I am going to sign off now and will be writing to you tomorrow.
Love,
Daddy
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