Friday, November 5, 2010

Dear Athena,

This will be my last letter.

There's not much left to say.  God has spoke to my heart, and it's time to leave the past behind and look to the future.  You are no longer that little girl that you once were, and those memories will fade in time.

I am finished, except for the memoir that I plan on having published.

The girl Athena is gone.  The adult Athena has taken her place, and she's not very nice.

I'm sure you don't care, and will probably make fun of these letters.   That's what you do.  It's okay though.  I will be at peace.  Will you?

Burying the past.  Moving on.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Lake Michigan

Dear Athena,

Not much happening here.  Fall is back, and of course Gracie likes her regular trips to the tennis courts to run.  You remember when you and your dad would take her down to the tennis courts together?  You loved doing that.  We go to a different one now though, since we moved.

Memory of the day:

Remember when we all went to Indiana, and to Lake Michigan?  I think it was your second time there, Lindsey's first.  I remember how you loved to play in the water.  Remember the piece of wood that your dad laminated and put pictures on for you?  Do you still have it?  He was always thinking about you.

Remember the 'care packages' he used to send you with all of your favorite things in?  You're mom told your dad they were silly  and that he shouldn't waste his time or money... that you just shoved the stuff under your bed.  He tried, you have to give him credit for that.  At least you know it all came from his heart.... 



your dad, you and lindsey at lake michigan



Saturday, October 30, 2010

dear athena, do you remember dans rock?

Dear Athena,

Wow, what a video from your 18th birthday.  Doesn't it embarrass you to talk that way?  Why would you post this garbage?  Do you not have any pride at all?  If not, I suggest you go to your counselor at school and see if they can help.  You need to to make things right in your heart, with God.  If your not honest with anyone else, be right with Him and He will be your help.  

This video you just put on...  



Okay, enough of that.
  Let's talk about the memory of the day:


This was right after your interview.  Remember the fun?  The laughing?  Remember Gracie running away with your shoe?  This is when we went upstairs and were talking.  Remember how you kept telling me that your mom was unfair and selfish and that I didn't realize how she was?  I remember.  This was the last time I saw you.  That was over four years ago.  

One more memory for today:


Remember Dan's Rock?  You and Lindsey were writing with a sharpie on the rock.  It was a fun day! 



Friday, October 29, 2010

Dear Athena Phillip, Your Memory Lives On...



Dear Athena,

Gracie sleeps on my lap as I write this.  You remember Gracie, right?  I hear you got a puppy of your own.  I'm so happy for you.  You did mention on youtube that your puppy is cuter than mine.  LOL.  I'm going to take that as a joke and not sarcasm, and wish you the best with your new puppy.  She's adorable.  I'm so glad you got yourself a puppy.  Everyone should own a dog!  

Your dad went once again to the doctor yesterday.  If you don't understand what Crohn's disease is, let me sum it up by saying you get ulcers throughout your intestines and they swell, hurt, bleed and sometimes grow into other organs of your body and become life threatening.  Your dad is at the stage where he bleeds a lot from his bowel.  It's all stress.  He's pretty high strung to begin with, and on top of that put the loss of Pop-pop in 2006 then the ongoing badgering from...  well...  you know what I'm talking about.

Okay, enough about us.  Let's talk about the 'memory of the day'....


Remember when you, Lindsey, your Dad and I went to see Sweeny Todd, the play?  We had so much fun that night.  And you and Lindsey kept singing the Sweeny Todd song. LOL.  You were sure smiling in admiration at whoever was taking this picture.  That's right... it was your Dad taking the picture. You meant the world to him.  So sad what happened....

Monday, October 25, 2010

Athena Once Loved Her Dad... Before Parental Alienation

Dear Athena,

Not much to say.  

Just a memory of the day:


Just you and your Dad. 
 Remember how much you used to love him?  

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Athena Phillip, Letter, Parental Alienation


Dear Athena,

We don't know much about what's going on with you these days.  We send money for you every month, but that's about it.  Don't hear anything...  We wonder sometimes if you've ever realized what's happened to you.  If you ever have come to the truth in your journey....

Here, things are moving right along.  You're dad is very sick and not working anymore.  I didn't know if you knew that or not.  

Marissa, Lindseys little girl, spent the night with us on Friday. She's such a beautiful little thing.  You would love her.  She knows you through pictures and videos.  She calls you Mathena.  She'll always say, "I want to do it the way Mathena does it" or "I'm sliding down the slide the way Mathena does."  It's so cute.  

Memory for the day:

Ocean City Maryland...

Remember when we went and stayed in the trailer at the campsite at Fronteir Town?  Remember just outside of our trailer was a pavilion where they'd show late night movies on a big screen?  And have dancing?  And ice cream nights where you could create your own sundae?

You and your Dad after creating your Sundae

You and Lindsey at night outside.  We told
scary stories that night by the fire.  Remember
the story of Miranda?  LOL

I'm pretty sure this was at Fronteir Town as well.
Your dad had his 'vacation' shirt on.  We
played miniature golf that night.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Indiana Visit


Dear Athena,

It's me again.  You're Dad hasn't been feeling well lately.  It's all the stress...  but you don't really want to hear about that now do you?  You really don't care about that stuff now.  Your mind has been programmed to believe that he is not important to you.  Okay.

Memory of the day:

Remember Indiana?  This picture might jog your memory.  Your dad fought the courts and your mom for years so that he could take you out there...  You loved it.  Really!  You did!! 



You and your dad.
You loved him at one time.