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Letters to my son: Please remember me as the man you knew me as, not the man those who couldn’t understand my journey labeled me to be. I love you. Dad. #atlas

The end

After a few years of healing and trying to put myself in a safe environment,I finally received some information about my son. He’s safe , happy and healthy according to M. My ex-wife. Sadly though the one person ,my son, that kept me fighting Parkinson’s and cancer wants nothing to do with me. To me this is the end. I’ve nothing to live for.

Good bye and be well.

*** to those that read this I’m sorry but I can’t explain what it’s like to loss everything one has ever worked for. For reasons beyond my famlies control we were not strong enough to survive my onset of Parkinson’s and during the course of my cancer treatments and the recovery I never received . The abuse I suffered at the hands of those whom should have helped. Losing everything physical in the mere 25 days I was there has been something I haven’t recovered from. Now with my son’s estrangement love is to much burden. I have a few friends and a caregiver , a partner and an dog. I’ll be sending out the few paintings to ppl I have addresses for and a few shoe box sized packages of things I was able to take from AZ. Pictures of my kids and grandparents, wedding photos and the early “good years” I know I won’t be must by many and to the few that stuck by my side through it all you know where I’ll be. I’ll probably not post anywhere anymore. Much love and thanks for the many years of love and support through what has been the worst years of my life.

Benjamin m Prewitt

My new friend Boo.

I thought I’d found unconditional love when I had a family. A wife, a daughter and son. Then I got sick, Parkinson’s disease and it’s medications wracked my body and mind.. I found myself alone with no family support. The family I created abandoned me when I needed them the most. Then came the cancer and 25% chance to live. After that I was alone again in the most dire way. I trusted a cousin to be my carer and she ruined me, I trusted the words of am old friend and tried to live again, to make myself something more than a guy with Parkinson’s, to be more than a cancer survivor. But I failed , Paula Huntley Tull stole everything from me and left me in the middle of the Arizona desert to die. By the grace of god and everything positive in the universe I was granted life, given the chance to live again and brought home to Oregon. Now I have a dog and a best friend. Someone who will always love me no matter how broken of a man I become. Once I was a whole human. Now I’m what remains of a man who just wanted a family, a man who had Always been a kind hearted , always a giving human. Anyhow this is my dog Boo. I hope you all are well and please try and remember me as the man I was and not the man you’ve made of me. Remember that I wasn’t the one who gave up, I wasn’t the one who walked away. I was the one who was asked to leave . Until we meet again in another life. Please know I gave everything of myself. I literally worked myself sick to give family everything I didn’t have growing up. I have my life for you and you took it and left me here to die alone.

B-2020