I was 5 months pregnant and I hated every month of it. On May 25th (I remember it being a Wednesday) I felt unusually uncomfortable. I was woken up around 2 something in the morning like someone was looking at me. I turned around and saw nothing there. Being kind of irked I was thinking, "OMG, I have to go to work in the morning. This has got to stop." so I whispered, "In Jesus names leave me alone."
I turned back to look and I felt as if it was trying to say "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. Don't worry, I'm Okay, I love you..." and then it headed out the window.
After that night I felt very depressed. Something big happened in my family and I had no idea what. My mother even told me she felt very sad and something was hurting her heart. This went on for a couple of days. Finally my mother received a grim phone call that her son (that she adopted out of our family) died. When I was a child I never knew I had an older brother. When I found out that I had a brother I found his address and started to write letters to him. At that age I was gun-hoe for Jesus. Everything I did I did for my God and I let my brother know that through the letters I sent him.
Later after writing letters to him and when I lived in Nome we met up and he taught me and my younger brother how to play card games. For a long time I kept all of his letters. But since moving around so much I singled one of the letters I liked the most and kept it. My heart felt sorry for him that he was adopted into his father's side of the family and that we never really knew him. I always felt that he was sad/depressed. I sometimes would ask him but he would just say his life was hard and that he didn't want me to feel bad for him.
Now that I'm older and that an article was written about him I understand his predicament. I just didn't at the time know to what extent his "living a hard life" was. This article I'm going to be posting about his life is graphic. I received this article a long time ago, but after 4 years I finally stomached up to reading it.
My half brothers name was Michael Deland Woyupuk, born October 9th, 1979, died May 25th, 2005.