I dont’t want to make this blog about me. But my country is falling apart and I haven’t lived there since my accident so what special knowledge do I have?
But I have had wonderful experiences in having people show their appreciation and they have moved me. They really liked me!
I have mentioned some of them. Like waking up and noticing that people are surprised I was alive. Or my Santiago de Leon classmates whom I left many decades ago, getting together, and sending a picture hoping that I would wake up.
But nothing beats this letter from my sister, my little sister Beatriz. She wrote it while I was in coma and gave it to me last week. She shows she loves me and the letter is superb. I am Mickey in it, a nickname she uses sometimes. The letter is amazing and you can imagine how I felt reading it! I love her!
“My beloved brother. My Mickey.
I can’t believe what is happening. I feel trapped in a nightmare! I have felt the most profound sadness!. My heart hurts. I beg God and life, that you wake up and that one day you are able to read these lines.
I know you know that I love you with all my heart. I have no regrets with you. We have given each other only beautiful things. I tell you that I love you deeply, every time I see you. I always find you terribly handsome and I have always let you know. I have caressed you’re thin grey hair a thousand times. I have the prettiest memories with you. Always laughing. So many good times. Travels. Dinners. Wine and more wine. The best conversations.
I remember that January, our traditional New Year’s barbecue. I called you to ask if I could bring Fran. You answered: your happiness is my happiness. I love you brother.
Doctors don’t know your head! It is not any brain. It is the most extraordinary brain I have met. I dream about you every night. And it is recurrent the dream where we talk about what happened. You tell me the few things that you remember. I tell you that Andres was the one who called me with the news. That we were having dinner with Ariadna. With Ari, with whom we used to go to Atlantic City together. I tell you that we took the first plane to Fort Lauderdale. That we left José alone in NY. I tell you about Kathy. How sweet it was to see her love for you. The hope we felt when we talked to you and you moved your hand. I kissed you so much in that intensive care bed. I kissed your hands. I kissed your feet. I begged you to open your eyes. We laughed about the fact that you had spent three months without drinking wine. In my dreams, I see you opening a magnum of Pesquera. Celebrating the miracle that you are.
I love you Mickey.
I feel thankful for every instant that we have shared! For every visit when I lived in NY. For your red with purple dots underwear. For each vacation in Turks. For each Saturday that you visited us in Tente-allá. For doing the monkey for me. For each barbecue! For the time we spent on the jacuzzi. For each wine. For each dinner. For the “Abadía de la retuerta”. For Venice. For biking in Italy. For your generosity. For your intelligence. For every laugh. For X and Y’s (names redacted here for privacy) story! ! For everything. For so much. For your example.
This has been a very painful process. The idea of loosing you is unbearable. I have felt infinite sadness. I can’t loose you. I don’t accept it.
Open your eyes, brother, we have so much life to share still. Open your eyes, brother, there are still many elections ahead and they all remind me of you. Open your eyes, Migue, we are going to Croatia. Open your eyes, because I need you. Because I can’t imagine being without you. Open your eyes, because I am on your team for whatever is to come. Because you are going to have so much love and support. Open your eyes. Together we can handle anything. Open your eyes, please, Mickey.
I love you
Bea”
That’s it, lovely isn’t it? I cried when I read it!
The Devil's Excrement 
July 21, 2017 at 9:02 am
what’s up man?wow!
July 21, 2017 at 8:13 am
naive！！
March 10, 2017 at 5:11 pm
I am so happy to hear that you are getting better every day.
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March 9, 2017 at 4:08 pm
Hola!!
I just read the letter from your sister Miguel and I am crying too. Both of you have to drink the magnum of the Pesquera and toast together for this incredible miracle 🍷🍷
I am happy I can reed you again.
Greetings,
Marinés, Sofía y Juan Pablo
March 9, 2017 at 4:00 pm
awesome, rest and fast recovery, Sir!
March 9, 2017 at 3:47 pm
So glad to hear you are doing so much better Miguel and hope that you continue to improve every day. I always found your blog to be extremely insightful and I continue to hope for better days in Venezuela. The letter from your sister was so beautiful, thanks for sharing it.
March 9, 2017 at 2:40 pm
So beautiful!
I’m so happy to learn that you are getting better, Miguel.
March 9, 2017 at 8:39 am
Lovely, very touching. Thanks for sharing and keep getting better!
March 9, 2017 at 6:53 am
Your sister must be so happy now. I imagine myself in the same situation and hear my own sisters. Thank you for sharing that Miguel. I’m very happy for you.
March 9, 2017 at 5:01 am
Miguel.
Muchas gracias por compartir esta nota familiar con tu gente.
Estoy a la expectativa de cuando re-tomas tu notas semanales
Saludos.
Leopoldo
Enviado desde mi iPad
> El 8 mar. 2017, a las 20:06, The Devil’s Excrement escribió: > > >
March 9, 2017 at 1:12 am
Me too!
Por favor no dejes de escribir en tu blog….
March 8, 2017 at 11:54 pm
Welcome back!!
March 8, 2017 at 11:12 pm
Que alegría! Cómo he rezado por ti, tu esposa y toda tu familia! Sigue echando pa’lante, que como dice tu hermana, a todos nos haces falta y eres una persona muy especial.
March 8, 2017 at 10:04 pm
Dear Miguel: its those uncharted reefs, un observed storms and that bring us newly minted thoughts of beauty. Your sister’s is one such.
March 8, 2017 at 9:07 pm
What did I miss? No sabia nada de lo que estas diciendo! Que te paso y como paso? I am flabbergasted, I had no idea! Sea como sea, me alegro muchisimo de tenerte otra vez connosotros en este mundo…
March 9, 2017 at 8:46 am
Had anaccident, was run over in my biike in boca raton
One moth coma , five in therapy, getting better.
March 8, 2017 at 8:56 pm
Dear Miguel, I didn’t realized how much I care for you (and love you) before the accident. I’m ashamed to say it! Thanks for sharing Bea’s letter.
March 8, 2017 at 8:52 pm
Very very very to the ninth power HAPPY to see you’re back, Juli
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March 8, 2017 at 8:43 pm
Miguelito querido,
La carta decBeatriz, es la de todos nosotros que te queremos mucho a tí y a Kathy. Seguiremos caminando juntos tu recuperación. Abrazos muy queridos.
March 8, 2017 at 8:30 pm
Hola Miguel
It’s great to know you are recovering.
The other day I was talking to my wife about our honeymoon trip to Turks and Caicos and she recalled I took her there because I always listened one the bosses back in the Bancaracas days saying how great those islands were. So, I told her about your accident and she told me to write a few lines saying thank you and wishing you a well recovery.
Un abrazo
March 8, 2017 at 8:14 pm
Just beautiful! Keep up the good work and you’ll be good as new in no time!
March 8, 2017 at 7:42 pm
IWe’re all eternally grateful you’re on Recovery Road. And to keep you on that road, and to make the most of the rest of the time God has given you…
Please say goodbye to VZ and shut down this blog.
It’s all over Miguel, and it was over several years ago.
No one cares any more, and no one is listening, including the tens of thousands of Venezuelans flooding into the U.S. illegally. It’s a fucking lost cause, and time to throw in the towel.
I’ll check out some VZ news from time to time for a giggle, but it’s a fuckng joke. I have EIGHT illegal VZ relatives in Miami now, and although I love them, who do you think I voted for?
Trump.
I’m an American, and Venezuelans can’t fix their own problems, they deserve what they got. And we shouldn’t be taking these illegals in and paying for their services.
March 8, 2017 at 7:39 pm
Hola Moctavio/Miguel
While I am one of your readers from afar (Australia – I was our last Ambassador to Venezuela and we left in 2003) I wanted to say how shocked I was to learn of your accident and how wonderful it is that you are making a good recovery. Apologies for not saying this earlier. I continue to despair about what is happening in Venezuela and greatly admire the commitment of wonderful Benezuelans like you determined to bring back liberty, proper democracy, the rule of law and recovery to your amazing country.
Very best wishes to you and indeed it was a beautiful letter from Beatrix.
Saludos
John M L Woods
Sent from my iPhone
March 8, 2017 at 7:29 pm
Fantastic letter Miguel… I recently lost my father and your sister’s letter brought tears to my eyes as I felt a great many of the same things towards my father. I wish you the best, the speediest recovery and the most fantastic health hereon forward. I would very much enjoy if you began writing again as I believe that your analysis on what is happening in Venezuela is spot on. Sometimes I would read your blog and scream at the screen because something you said would make me angry, but then after a while and a little thought I would eventually realize that you were either correct or on the way to being correct and I would stop being angry at you.
Forge ahead.
March 8, 2017 at 7:22 pm
Who wouldnt cry with this testament of love!
I am so glad that you did open your eyes and not only did that but also are on your way to recovery.
All my best Miguel
This kind of gestures is what fuels your desire to keep getting better every day.
All my best,
Gilberto Arrieche
March 8, 2017 at 7:14 pm
Awesome, speedy recovery to you and with your families love it will be even better
March 8, 2017 at 7:10 pm
It’s really touching.
March 8, 2017 at 7:09 pm
Me too!