Monday, June 29, 2015

1975

June 29th

You and dad wake up early in the morning
Dad drove you off to the Ayala's house for a trip to Corpus
you met your (then) girlfriend there, Betty Jean Witherspoon 
 Betty's friend Ana Ayala, Ana's boyfriend Nick Diaz and his little sister
Ana's parents and uncle were also on this trip
You drove off to what we thought was a one day fishing trip
That evening, we got a call
There had been an accident
Kids swam out too far in the ocean at Matagorda beach
Some man in a boat brought in the girls from the ocean
You were never seen again
We drove out that night
Visited Mrs. Ayala at the hotel with Betty Jean and Ana
According to them, you just disappeared

Is this right Junior? Is this a true account of what really happened?
Dad knew what to expect, had you drowned, being in the Coast Guard and all

Should I wish you a "happy" 40th anniversary of when...
This would just be absurd.
I can tell you that 40 years is a long time.
I have always known that you are still alive to this day.
Our cousins especially know this.
We can certainly deal with matters from way back when
now that we have grown a bit older, don't you think?

Give me just one reason to stop believing and I will
Anyone, feel free to make me stop believing

Enough with the lies
Enough with the covering up
It is what it is
But we still don't know
 on this side
over here without you
 what exactly that is
 since you are not here
 to share those details with us

I will never forget you
Just make me try




Friday, May 22, 2015

In 39 days...40 years

Junior,

39 days from now will mark the 40th year since you have left us.
With age comes wisdom and I would assume that you have had enough
 time to let go of the past and make amends with your family, your real 
family, your 'pre-June 29th, 1975' family.
It is no lie that at times I get frustrated and do not understand why you 
have done such a thing.
Maybe this 40th year I will just have to let go and let God.
I have gone public about this in hopes to find something out, but so far, 
to no avail.
Food for thought: 


Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Ya que se fue nuestro Tío Miguel...

                       Recojiendo a mis hijos
(un poema escrito por mí, en la “voz” de nuestra abuela, Herminia Felán Realme, ya que su primer hijo ha muerto de nuestras vidas- En paz descanse, Tío Miguel)

Recuerdas los momentos cuando te acaraciaba tu carita
Caulquiera cosita que necesitabas, Te lo di
Nunca me molestabas
Tu sonrisa la tengo en mí memoria
Tus manos las sigo deteniendo
Te seguí queriendo aunque ya de grande
Tuviste que estar con tu familia
Te vi creciendo
Me viste vejezando
La vida siguió
Y yo ahora empiezo a recojer a mis hijitos
No temes morirte porque alli estaré
Esperándote para seguir amándote
Uno por uno regresarán a mí Lado
Simplemente la vida sigue porque ahora
estoy recojiendo a mis hijos

Por Tingy Lingy Cindy

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Saying goodbye...


 On April 10th, we had no choice but to bid our Tío Miguel goodbye. It is never easy having to let someone in your life, go.
This picture of our Dad and Tío was taken in April of 1973. You were still amongst us, Junior.
You were still in our daily lives.
All your Aunts and Uncles never stopped believing in your possible return. Unfortunately for Tío Mike, he will not ever know of this possible reality that we await.
May he rest in peace.


Wednesday, December 24, 2014


December 24, 1959

55 years ago today

Wishing you a happy double digit BD
Wishing you the best
Wishing you had no regrets
Wishing you happiness
Wishing with no doubts ever
Wishing you made the right choice
A little sister wishes for her big brother
Wishing for the come back

Feliz cumple años querido hermano







Saturday, December 20, 2014

A little sister's teardrop


A LITTLE SISTER’S STORY TRIES TO MAKE SENSE OF HER ONLY BROTHER’S MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE

He was 15 ½ years old at the time

He was just learning how to drive

Had his first job ever

Had a girl friend he was crazy over

Began socializing as normal teenagers do 

Had a best friend that knew everything about him

Was a Freshman at Central Catholic High School 1974-1975

Wanted to be free to do what he wanted

June 29th, 1975- he was gone

Then began...

 the mysterious sightings

the mysterious phone calls

until...