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This Wednesday marks five months since our beloved great-aunt Lala transcended. After 89 years, she still looked radiant — beautiful, youthful, elegant, and always a bit coquettish. She left this world just as she wished: quickly, without much suffering, from her own home, surrounded by peace and the mountain she loved so dearly.
Lala lived in Caracas, in an apartment where nature was always present. Birds, guacharacas, and even sloths would often visit her window, always welcomed with a little treat. Since our son Matías went to Heaven, Lala and Uncle Rey would tell us how birds often came to visit them, sometimes even flying into their apartment. They always said: “That’s Matías coming to greet us.”
That is why I knew in my heart that, when her time came, she would let me know. And so she did.
The night before, we were able to say our goodbyes over the phone. Although distance separated us — we were in New York and she was in Venezuela — our souls met in that moment. And in the early morning, after my husband had left for work, the little birds began to sing in a way I had never heard before. A celestial concert in the quiet of dawn, as if they wanted to wake me up.
Matías knew how much I loved listening to them. He would always point to my ear and say: “The little birds are singing.” That morning I felt it was a clear message, a bridge between Heaven and Earth. I opened the window, recorded the song, and sent it to Uncle Rey. His reply was a gift for my soul:
“Nubia, the little birds are singing because Lala went to join Matías in Heaven.”
Interestingly, I thought Lala would let me know through Matías’ giraffe, because she knew that giraffe is one of the clearest symbols he use to communicate with me. But she didn’t. She chose the little birds — and it made perfect sense. Lala had spent her whole life in the mountains, surrounded by birds she lovingly fed every day, and it was precisely through the birds that Matías often connected with her and Uncle Rey. That was her language, her unique way of saying she was present. This reminded me of something important: every soul has its own way of communicating. Sometimes it’s through animals, colors, numbers, music, or even simple objects, but it’s always linked to what that person loved, enjoyed, or practiced in life. When we open our hearts and pay attention to those details, the signs become much clearer. That is how the connection continues — in a different form, more subtle, more spiritual.
That was her signal, her farewell, her language of love.
This is how we stay connected with those who have transcended: through signs, through small daily miracles that only an open heart can recognize.
Today we honor Lala — a beautiful, tender, positive woman, devoted to prayer. Five months in Heaven, five months shining upon us from eternity.
🐦 May her essence remain in every birdsong, in every prayer, in every sign reminding us that love does not die, it only transforms.
Here I share with you some photos of Lala’s window in Caracas, with her guacharacas and little birds, and also the audio I recorded from my window in New York that early morning, when the birds sang like never before. It was the moment I knew that Lala was already in Heaven, together with Matías.
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