Michael DeMarais
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Love Letters to Anne
I can do anything I have ever set my mind to. People, places and events occur to the end that these things happen for me. It all unfolds in my favor and I accept this even when it seems hidden. That could be Faith or Manifestation, you choose. I’d say it’s a little of both with some visualization thrown in.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families
Love Letters to Anne
Momma of course, introduced me to the family. The family, our family, my family. They all accepted me and this was beyond the beyond. There were some I would never get the chance to meet, through passing before I could get here. But it turns out I bear resemblances to them. We share things. There are commonalities. Our ties are obvious.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families
Love Letters to Anne
It would be three months from the time I contacted her to the time I was able to first be held, and hold, her. I remember it was a hectic kind of day with airports and terminal changes…I was tired, but there she was, standing by the Christmas tree. I had texted her what my shirt would look like since we wore masks for the Covid risk.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families
Love Letters to Anne
I was about 6 or seven. We lived in the townhouse, this was where they told me I was different from most other kids, so I remember it clearly. Anyway, I was having a fit about something. I was acting out figuring that if I was bad enough I would be given back to my momma. My real Momma.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families
Love Letters to Anne
I was awakened by the phone call. I had programmed my phone with her name just in case, and now was the moment of truth. My phone was ringing. I was compelled to pick it up. I heard her voice on the outside of the womb for the first time in my life...
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families
Love Letters to Anne
A great destiny. Finding my blood. Reunification of that which was broken. This is what I believed in and fought for. But it wasn’t instant, the victory took a long time. Even after the DNA submission. It took years after that before I found my cousin. Once she started searching for her answers to a different mystery of her own, we found each other. And my door opened.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families
Love Letters to Anne
An adventure: One day, on a Saturday, my best friend and I decided to go hiking up the mountains outside of the little town named Itri in Italy. Our hike took us about two miles outside the town up the valley to the sports complex. It had several soccer and baseball fields, and they were on different levels that had been carved out of the mountain.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families
Love Letters to Anne
At sixteen, I had a job working for a local movie theater. The closest person I worked with was a box office clerk. I remember him well; tall, about a year or so older than me, and even though I only saw him at work, we liked each other and got along well during the breaks in between the rushes that came for the new releases.
By Michael DeMarais2 years ago in Families