Wednesday, December 10, 2014: Shona Howitt-Sinclair (AKA Shona Howitt, Shona Sinclair, Owner of the Commercial Hotel in Cuminestown, Scotland), I can appreciate the situation you find yourself in. You want to believe in your heart that the woman who married your son is not really capable of the atrocities I have accused her of on this site for the last 18-months. I hear you. Time to wake-up dear. Seriously. Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) did everything I mentioned here and more.
You know how to find me since you already emailed me not too long ago. You had the nerve to tell me in your email that you did not know why you were mentioned in this site. Let’s see if any of this jogs your memory…
Does this picture ring a bell?
How about this one?
Or this one?
How about this one?
These hurt any chance you have at saying you had no idea of what was going on Shona. The same exact dates when these pictures were taken, this is what was really going on:
March 30 ,2013…I tried to call Samantha to say “Hello”. Nobody is answering the phone and Adriana’s cell phone is off. It would be great to hear your voice Sam as I had a pretty gnarly dream the night before. I don’t know if I mentioned that I don’t typically remember my dreams…just the really bad ones. So, I am dreaming I am sleeping with the same clothes I went to bed with…it was as if I was separate from my body and looking at myself in the present. While I am sleeping I am having a heart attack/heart failure. I can’t move my arms or legs nor can I speak…I was trying to scream for help, but nothing was coming out of my mouth. I can slowly feel the life leaving my body and as the seconds ticked by, I am getting more and more upset because I kept thinking to myself, ‘it’s not time to go yet…Sam still needs me!!!’
Just when I take my last breath, I wake up in a panic. It goes without saying that I was in a daze for awhile thinking about the dream and what it could have possibly meant. I talked to friends about it and they told me they had similar dreams in the past. It turns out that the dream had nothing to do with me actually passing away. It had to do with Sam…I am still mourning the loss of Samantha not being in my everyday life. There is not a moment that goes by where Sam is not on my mind or in my heart. I see Dad’s with their Little Princesses all the time and it’s tough for me because that should be me and Sam too. Sam is slowly starting to understand that not everything is what it seems…Adriana knows the truth will come out eventually. As hard as she tries to suppress the truth, it will always come out. She has known for years that she holds all the cards in how this horrible situation ends…she’s choosing to make sure it ends the way it started. That’s unfortunate. I LOVE YOU SAMANTHA!
It was 5-years since we last spent an Easter together. I remember it well. For some reason Sam was enamored with the little coffee creamers on the table. The creamers that came in those little white cups. We were playing with them even as we ate our food. I mentioned to Sam that I was watching movies of her when we were all together…Sam was 2-years old. I have video of Sam eating my cat’s food and giggling when she got caught. I have video of Sam finding my guitar and playing it. Sam remembered those things…in fact Sam picked up right where we left off in each of those events; remembering what Sam was doing before and after those things. It was nice to share that with her.
I have been having a hard time talking to Sam lately. I think part of the reason why is that Sam knew we only have a short time together and the last thing she wants to do is talk. I get it. I also think Adriana has told Sam not to talk about what she is doing…she made Sam feel like she would be betraying her if she did. I would not put that past Adriana at all. Sam has no real idea why Dad has not been around or why all the bizarre behavior from Adriana and her family. To Sam this was normal. Talking about the last movie Sam saw is a challenge. I don’t know what to do sometimes. I am doing the best I can in the most hostile of environments imaginable. The torture I have had to endure at the hands of Adriana and that family of hers, it’s amazing I have made it this far. So we continue to plug away.
I have not heard from Adriana yet regarding her requests for travel next month. If I don’t hear from her in the next couple weeks, I am going to pull the plug of both of them. That will be the end of that. I am sure she will try and blame me like she did with Cabo. In reality, she’s the one refusing to communicate with me.
It looks like Adriana’s friend had moved into the house with Sam. She’s been there about a month now. Her own family doesn’t want her…so why not move in with the other two people who abducted Sam back in 2008. Awesome! She’s the “guard” in waiting when Adriana wants her to be. Isaias Palomeque is in there somewhere too. That makes all 4-people responsible for Sam’s abduction under the same roof. Amazing.
Yesterday morning started out like every other Saturday…one of the guards sitting and watching what we do Sam, even though it’s just me staring at the wall waiting for you. Adriana’s friend was the guard today. Sam may recall Adriana’s friend was equally responsible for having me thrown in the prison in Tijuana a couple years ago. It looks like karma is handing out its own justice at present.
Once Sam came downstairs, it was more of the same…constantly interrupted as we tried to go about our time together. A steady diet of Lalaloopsy’s in the living room, followed by Lalaloopsy’s on the back patio. The topic of Easter came up. Along with the baby Lalaloopsy’s, I brought an Easter egg filled with Willy Wonka candies…mostly Nerds, Sam’s favorite. Sam asked me if I was going to be with her for Easter this year:
Dad, “Unfortunately, no…the courts and your mother won’t let me”.
Sam, “That’s OK, you have your family in San Diego and I have my family here”
Dad, “Sam, I am your family too. And yes, I have my family in the United States. A family that your mother has gone to great lengths to keep you from. They would love to have spent an Easter with you”
Sam, “Yes, I know. I have my family here…Axel, my mom, and mom’s friend.”
That’s when the conversation quickly turned into our own Easter egg hunt. Instead of eggs, Sam hid Easter candy for me to find. It was so adorable!
Our happy moments turned sad pretty quickly as I was forced to leave Sam. After all this time it still does not get any easier to leave Sam. It’s not something I will ever get used to. The good news is that Sam is on Spring Break this week. I will call you and see if we can spend some time on the phone or better yet, Skype. KISSES SAM! DADDY LOVES YOU!!!
October 14, 2013: Holy cow Sam…I am waiting in line to get back to San Diego…6 hours before I am supposed to. Things did not go well when we arrived to spend time with you. Looking back I am surprised we made it through the main gate. Then again, Adriana is good at hiding and living like this so she can still live her lies. Unfortunately you don’t have all the facts…I will get into that in a minute. I will apologize upfront too because I may sound a little angry. After reading this you would be too Sam.
Alfredo did the driving today. Lourdes (my attorney who has been kicking Adriana’s ass for the last 18-months) is in Monterrey and the court clerk was not there able to be there with us this week. So, it was me, Flor (Lourdes’ assistant) and Alfredo. Flor mentioned that today was going to be interesting because the court was not with us; that everyone in the court knew Adriana would find a way to take advantage of the situation. Last week they were on their best behavior. All bets are off today…and the moment we got there it smelled like revenge for last week.
After the gate guards called to let them know we were there, they were not in a big hurry to answer the door. We can hear everyone inside, yet it took 5 separate knocks on the door for them to answer. Finally, Flor tells everyone why we are there. Maria Guadalupe would not let us in. She allowed me in by myself but not Flor. No way was I going to do that. So, we asked for Sam to come to the door. Instead Maria Guadalupe calls for your mother’s boyfriend (Isaias Palomeque). Really? What is he going to do? The guy is completely worthless (see Shona…you and Emily and Danny were with Adriana when her worthless boyfriend was at the house with all of us…OUCH).
So, we wanted Sam to come outside for a few minutes. When Sam did come out Maria Guadalupe and Isaias Palomeque were standing right over us – standing guard.
That is Isaias Palomeque (AKA Isaias Uzziel Palomeque, Isaias Palomeque Vergara, Project Manager at DJO Global) in the picture above. But I digress…
Sam was angry and frankly I don’t blame her. Sam told me that “they” would not allow you outside with me because they told Sam I was going to take you away from them.
We find out that they are training Sam to lie to me too. Sam had her soccer uniform on so I asked Sam what time her game is. She told me she did not know and that she did not want me there anyway. This was not Sam talking. We all know that. This is Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Ari Howitt and Ari Howitt Coronel), Maria Guadalupe and Isaias Palomeque. The guy heard Sam tell me that and told me “See, your own daughter doesn’t want to spend time with you. She won’t even tell you she loves you”. Of course Isaias has the courage to say this to me while he is literally standing on the other side of his beat up truck.
Next thing we know security comes to the house. Someone called them when they saw Alfredo; and went completely ballistic. Alfredo told me even though he was on public property, Maria Guadalupe and the Isaias Palomeque wanted them gone.
Isaias Palomeque got right in the face of Flor and started yelling at her. Flor is 5-months pregnant I might add…and an innocent bystander. Why yell at her? Flor was visibly upset and started crying. Smelling blood in the water, Maria Guadalupe went after Flor too. Again. Why? Say what you have to say to me. Cowards.
Isaias Palomeque wanted no piece of me. Every time he grew the courage to mouth off to me, he was hiding on the other side of his truck parked in front of the house (Danny, you know the one…maroon Ford F-150). He would rather pick on a pregnant woman instead. He did not stop there either.
When it became apparent this was going off the cliff fast, I told Alfredo we were leaving. Sam was clearly upset and Flor was right, they were showing their true colors with the court clerk not there. Before we left, I started taking pictures. Flor followed suit and started rolling video. Flor and Alfredo were standing behind me, while Maria Guadalupe and Isaias Palomeque were in front of me. I took pictures of Maria Guadalupe yelling at the guards or whoever would listen to her psycho babble. Then I focused my attention on Isaias Palomeque. Neither one of them liked this.
Maria Guadalupe ran after me. I looked her dead in the eye and told her that I dare her to take the camera out of my hand. So, she ran past me and after Flor again…getting right in her face…again. Isaias Palomeque wanted nothing to do with me either, instead he showed what a piece of shit he is by getting on the face of Alfredo. Alfredo is on his late 60’s. Actually if they did get into it I wasn’t worried knowing Alfredo’s history.
I told Flor to get in the car. Once she did I got between Alfredo and Isaias Palomeque. I told Isaias Palomeque what a piece of shit he is for picking fights with pregnant women and 60- something year old men. Why not dance with me instead? He backed off immediately…retreating to the other side of his truck.
As we left, we went to grab coffee in San Antonio del Mar so everyone could calm down. Flor and Alfredo were fired up. I told Flor its like that every week with these people…Alfredo concurred. As we were driving back, Isaias Palomeque sped right by us on the toll road in his beat down truck. We caught up to them to take more pictures and video. He was having none of it. Too late as he he sped away recklessly I might add…and we have all of it on video. He knew we were parked next to him at the toll booth. Sam was in the front seat and Axel Alvarez Coronel was in the back seat. Sam was obviously on the way to her soccer game. As much as I wanted to go, going to the game only would have gotten Isaias Palomeque’s ass kicked by a 60-something year old man.
December 14, 2013: Good morning Sam. At 3:11 in the morning I hope you are sound asleep. I have been battling that cold bug that has been going around for the last few weeks. It’s been brutal on some people. So far I have staved off the worst of it; although it’s trying. I don’t need a lot of sleep to keep me going. 6-7 hours is typically OK. I went to bed at 7:30 last night, which might explain my early rise this morning. Or it could be that I can’t seem to turn my brain off. Probably a little of both. I hope that writing you will help.
One of the things that Brazilian Jiu Jitsu training has given me is inner peace. It’s a unique feeling to have. That is the ultimate freedom. To know that everything will be OK even if everything around you is going to hell; staying calm regardless of the circumstances.
Today is the 1-year anniversary of the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Connecticut. I was extremely sad when the story broke on this day 1-year ago, when a deranged young man stormed into a grade school full of kids Sam’s age armed with an assault rifle and killed 26-people…20 of them were kids Sam’s age. I listened to an interview of one of the parents of the lost kids recently. She talked about how most parents have video of their kids just because this is what parents do. In hindsight, it’s all a mother has of her lost son’s voice now.
That got me thinking. If something happened to me, what would Sam remember about me? It’s clear what Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Ari Howitt and Ari Howitt Coronel) and her family would want Sam to remember; even going so far as to try and replace me in Sam’s life. Yes, Sam has this journal. Sam can go online and see pictures. Would Sam remember what I sound like?
In a couple hours, my alarm will go off. Hopefully I will be able to get some more rest before then. Lourdes was able to get the Notary to chaperon our visits the next couple weeks. This is what keeps running through my mind. It’s been 7-months since Maria Guadalupe and Isaias Palomeque tried to ambush me again and yet nothing has been done about it. Nothing. If I was not living this nightmare Sam, I would not believe what has transpired if someone told me. It’s hard to fathom that a culture of people actually thinks this is acceptable behavior. So, the Notary is the latest in a long line of people try and protect me from Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Ari Howitt and Ari Howitt Coronel). What choice do I have? It’s either that or go miss out on spending any time with Samantha. Only time will tell if there will be a scene at the house today. I LOVE YOU SAM! SEE YOU SOON! KISSES!
<LATER THAT AFTERNOON>
Interesting day today. I met up with Flor and the Notary right on time. In fact his office is on the next street over from Adriana Coronel Tenorio’s (AKA Ari Howitt and Ari Howitt Coronel) 4th house she moved Sam into in the first 3-years since her abduction; the house on Risco Street. You may remember that is the same place Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Ari Howitt and Ari Howitt Coronel) me ambushed and thrown into prison for no reason back in August 2010.
I digress, after we put the game plan on place we drove to the security gate. We thought they called the house to let them know we were coming because they let us in with no problems. This time Flor and her husband went with us because of the issues from before. We get to the house and all of the cars, except the maroon F-150 pick-up truck, were gone. Security let us in so someone had to have been home right?
Nope. They may have called the wrong house. Which makes this even funnier because someone let us in. When we got to the house nobody answered the door. We knocked for 20 minutes. We looked around the house for signs of anyone being home and did not notice anything. So either they answered the phone and decided to hide until we left or nobody was home and someone else let us in.
Everyone in a position of authority all say the same thing…it’s time for Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Ari Howitt and Ari Howitt Coronel) to spend some time behind bars. If I can pull it off, Maria Guadalupe and Isaias Palomeque are going too. I have put up with this long enough. They have all been told dozens of times you (Sam) need to be home and ready by 10:00 every Saturday. No exceptions. This is another event in a long line of really dumb things Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Ari Howitt and Ari Howitt Coronel) has done.
I am sorry I missed you Sam. It broke everyone’s heart. Did you catch the little message I left you on the maroon F-150 pick-up truck? It’s all dirty from not working so I wrote “HI SAM” in the front passenger window and the hood. Either you would see it or hear everyone else talking about it because you know they would be angry that we got through the gate without them there. Next week we will camp in front of the house if we have to. Santa is coming. I LOVE YOU SAM!
This is truly heartbreaking. Adriana is clearly mentally abusing her own child by brainwashing her and forcing her to lie. What an awful woman. But equally awful are the people who continue to help her get away with atrocities by keeping their silence.