Elena Marín1958–2025
Today would have been Abuela’s birthday. Every summer she made the whole family feel like the coast belonged only to us. I can still hear her laugh over the waves.
Open Elena’s SoulCloud →Remember together
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Today would have been Abuela’s birthday. Every summer she made the whole family feel like the coast belonged only to us. I can still hear her laugh over the waves.
Open Elena’s SoulCloud →I found the recording of the song Mateo wrote for our father. Sharing it today so his voice can keep finding new people.
The first roses opened in Mum’s garden this morning. We planted one more beside the bench, exactly where she used to drink her tea.