Em Hotep.
I start here by thanking all my ancestors for being my intermediaries and helping me find myself. for having been part of my history and for always helping me. I miss you very much uncle, I miss you so much because you were the only one who understood me (we were 1 autistic and 1 person with mental disorder). My only memories of you were me helping you get a girl, and that’s relatively the thing I remember most about you. Days before you died you showed me the rose you were going to give her. And this is the symbol that I remember most of you.
I don’t remember much of the past, after all I’m bad with memories and I have many traumas that I wouldn’t like to remember… But I remember to always look at the stars and think of you. I look at the stars on Nut’s belly and remember you, and all those who came from me and my blood.
I understand that sometimes I could try harder than I have, but I’m grateful that you remember me and I remember you. I have no way to create an altar for you in my home, but I promise to create a virtual altar and always honor you. And you know Uncle Leandro, my mother is still very proud of you even dead.
With respect to you, I finish my letter. I hope you read it. Virtual or not, I love you all. and I’m sorry for everything. I love you all. I hope that everyone is at peace, and that you are at peace.
With excuse, with respect and with love.
Senebety, Akhu.