In memory of...

In memory of those who are gone... with love!

Up until 2015, our family life had been normal... But having to loose people that are dear to your heart, is one of the hardest things one has to go through, especially since the departed didn't deserve to go...

For those who do not know, that year, my cousin Raquel, one week before she returned to Finland, died in hands of a cruel murderer, at age 31. That only started a chain reaction of lies from the media and judgment towards her and my family filled with whispering rumours and peeks from stranger eyes.

But Raquel was more than my cousin... She was a fun person, who loved life more than anyone I've ever met. She was adventurous and full of energy. She was restless, always wanting to know and learn more, she always thrived at everything she did. Always in search of new opportunities and places to see. She loved everyone, never found hate in her heart.

At some point you start to deal with grief, but as life is a cycle, later that year, we had to say goodbye to my dog Kira and my grandmother, who always tried to be strong, even though she was feeling very ill; just for only 8 months later, with me not being able to say a proper goodbye, but yet promising that I would always do by best to get better, my grandfather died in his sleep, the very next morning after we spoke via Face Time.

I love my grandparents! And their story always amazed me!: They met when my grandmother was 16 and my grandfather 28 years old, they had a 2 week relationship before getting married and were together for the rest of their life! I remember my grandfather always wanting to "get my grandmother to start yelling", because he was so in love and always thought she had a beautiful voice, especially when angry. Both were very loving, they always had a story to tell about the many "adventures" they had when travelling to the border with their compadres. My grandmother, she was always spending a lot of time with us, she would want to go along wherever we went. My grandfather would like to sit in his couch watching TV while eating his poisson (a.k.a. candies) or his favourite lunch: chalupas! Or just cracking a joke and telling interesting facts and stories.


My dog Kira, was a special dog. She was very independent, and always liked to play. Her favourite was to chase a ball, but she was clumsy to catch it. Every time I was feeling ill, she would approach me and never leave my side, She was afraid of loud noises, so every time there was thunder or some other loud noise, she would sit down on your feet (her tail always was buried on one of your feet). She always got extremely happy and excited when someone came to the house, and she enjoyed going for long walks and car rides, it was difficult sometimes to get her into the house right after. Even when she was ill, she still was very energetic and loving

I miss you all so much! I could never be as grateful as I am for having you all in my life! You all thought me so much! We share some bad moments, but we had more very good ones!