BFP FROM THE HISTORIC SUNNYVALE LOWLANDS!
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REDWOOD TREE IN MURPHY PARK |
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HELLO KITTY! |
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HEY BUDDY! WHAT A GOOD DOG! |
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UNCLE DOC'S HOUSE |
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BAYVIEW AVENUE / SUNNYVALE CALIFORNIA |
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SUNNYVALE ORCHARD HERITAGE PARK #1 |
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SUNNYVALE ORCHARD HERITAGE PARK #2 |
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MURPHY STREET / DOWNTOWN SUNNYVALE #1 |
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MURPHY STREET / DOWNTOWN SUNNYVALE #2 |
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AIRFIELD SUPPLY / SAN JOSE CALIFORNIA |
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DUMPSTER IN SAN JOSE CALIFORNIA |
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FRUITVALE AVENUE / SARATOGA CALIFORNIA |
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CUPERTINO FOOTHILLS / 14 MAR 2025 |
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CUPERTINO, CALIFORNIA |
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NASA @ MOFFETT FIELD |
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SAN JOSE CALIFORNIA -- BURBANK THEATER |
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REDWOOD CITY CALIFORNIA / CIRCA 2024 |
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TOM ABEYTA'S VEHICLE @ MURPHY PARK IN SUNNYVALE |
THIS IS FROM MY FACEBOOK PAGE:
"Today I found my US Army veteran friend unresponsive in his vehicle while bringing him some food; I knocked on the window several times with my key then noticed he was not breathing; so I called the police who responded then broke a window to open the car and sure enough my friend US Army veteran Tom Abeyta had passed away...
He was a native American veteran of two wars in Korea and Vietnam as a sniper embedded in the jungle; and when he was young he died in his sleep which his father didn't think was serious while his mother disagreed and rushed him to the hospital where they revived him and he immediately did a bunch of push-ups which freaked out his Mom...
(I do push-ups in a park on my walk everyday which he used to see from his vehicle line of sight which I saw at some sort of cosmic connective behavior)
And he said he never told anybody this story but during that time that he died he saw two angels who told him that he was not ready and had to go back; after which he woke up...Later going to war absolutely fearless and willing to do things nobody else would because he had already been dead and knew there was nothing to be afraid of;
Tom looked at his military duty as just doing his job and that job was to kill the enemy -- and let's face it: it's kill or be killed when you're on the battlefield much like police who must make quick decisions;
So I would imagine at some point that just becomes a new way of living and surviving...That many people would not be able to cope with; making me finally realize good soldiers are not only invaluable but very special human beings; and instead of calling the police about minor incidents some people might call the police over; I would talk to Tom and realize after my problems were small compared to what he faced embedded on the battlefield in the jungle; and it would make me feel better...
We would often salute each other at the end of conversations and felt like we were the neighborhood sentry's keeping an eye on things; but I didn't bother him all the time I would wave or thumbs up most of the time and stop to talk to him maybe every week or every couple weeks...
I tried to respect his private nature...
Tom also owned two houses one of which his son lived in the other his wife who he still got along with but broke up with after 27 years of marriage; and he had stopped drinking and did not do drugs and had no physical injuries from war and his hearing was intact and he didn't work all the time he just liked to sit in his car and have peace and look at his phone;
To the neighbors Tom looked like a homeless guy but he wasn't as he owned two homes and just liked living the way he was living simple as that; you could call him damaged but he always had a pleasant personality and just kept to himself;
But between his childhood death experience and his war experience he was wondering when he was going to die all the time calling his car a coffin because I think he had a very unique perspective on life and death; and about a week or two ago I noticed his car hadn't moved for a couple days so I checked up on him and it turns out he got sick for a few days and of course wondered why he hadn't died yet which I just laughed about because that was just his perspective and not mine;
I spent most of my life more afraid of death than your average person in the years after my Mom died when I was 10 years old; so in a way Tom's attitude was a breath of fresh air for my lifelong fears;
(Imagine how boring it would be if we were all the same? I can't help but think this all happened for a reason but I'm going to have to process it for a while to figure out the larger perspective on that)
Then Tom got better and seemed fine doing his thing again in the last few days and our last conversation was right after some Mexican kid almost ran me over with a motorcycle in the park parking lot which of course I had to go and talk to Tom about instead of calling the police; realizing during the conversation that Tom had probably dealt with crazy people on motorcycles while he was at war as a common form of guerrilla warfare;
It started out with people on horses with swords that eventually turned into people on motorcycles with machetes or guns or rocks as I mentioned and laughed which he agreed with; he dealt with so much crazy shit at war it's not even funny;
And that's just an expression but it may actually have turned on Tom the way he had an unusual obsession with death so different than my obsession being so afraid of it he was not; which makes me afraid that he may have taken his life;
The coroner's report is not available yet but if Tom did not take his life I'm wondering why he got sick a few weeks ago and what he was sickened with; the coroner's report should determine this according to a Sunnyvale DPS representative I spoke to; and I hope there's no foul play since his death came suspiciously right after the 250 year US Army anniversary on Sunday which was the last day I spoke to Tom; one of my theories is that his car battery kept dying so he would leave his engine running to recharge the battery so I'm wondering if his own car exhaust has something to do with this although his windows were rolled up...
Anyway there's no use speculating but a life has been lost and I have had a very heavy heart most of the day; glad that I knew this individual that I could help out -- bringing him food and water when he needed it most after being sick for a few days as his only friend during his last days on Earth...
Rest in peace Tom; I know God forgives you and I already forgave you for anything that may have happened on the battlefield; 10-4 over and out..."
Carry on...
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PUBLISHED ON THE FULL MOON 13 JANUARY 2025
❤️ REST IN PEACE DAD ❤️
❤️23 DEC 1925 -- 4 DEC 2024❤️
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1924: BRICKS IN MURPHY PARK NEIGHBORHOOD |
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UNCLE DOC'S HOUSE |
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updated: 13 aug 2025 |