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Ever since Matías left, every 30th of the month, a blue rose has found its way to our door.
It comes from Nelda, our 80-year-old Colombian neighbor with the biggest heart I’ve ever known.
Without fail, month after month, she brings that rose in honor of Matías.
At first it was three, then four… until we started telling her:
“Nelda, it’s been 7 months… 8… 9…”
And so we reached 12 roses.
For the 12th month, Nelda prepared something very special.
In her home, she keeps a small basket filled with bills, rice, cinnamon, lentils, and a photo of Matías as a magnet.
That day, 12 dollars mysteriously appeared on the floor of her room—
They had fallen from that basket.
“Matías wants something,” she said.
Shortly after, she came across a decorative bouquet with 12 blue roses and 12 dollars.
She understood the message.
She went to a flower shop, handed over the real 12 dollars, and asked them to make a real bouquet.
That was her gift for Matías on his first year in heaven.
Since then, she brings a single blue rose every month.
✨💙🌹 A rose that never withers 🌹💙✨
And something happens—always—without logical explanation:
I place the rose in water. I don’t change it.
And month after month, the same thing happens:
The rose never withers.
It doesn’t rot. It doesn’t fall apart.
It just transforms, slowly… as if it knows it has a mission.
As if it knows it must endure.
That it’s part of something bigger.
As if it knows we still see it, still feel it, still need it.
It keeps its perfect shape until the month ends.
It dries… but it stays.
Like love.
Like Matías.
Like the soul of those who continue blooming from heaven. A love that never expire 💙
📅 Día 1 ➡️ Día 30
Last month, Nelda traveled to Colombia.
Her mother—who had lived 100 years—was very ill.
The day Nelda landed, her mom had just taken flight to the sky.
A blessing to have had her on this earth for so long—
100 years of wisdom, strength, and love.
Before leaving, Nelda gave me her keys to care for her plants.
And she showed me what Matías had left for her that morning: a $20 bill on the floor.
“He wants something,” she said.
She placed it on a chair.
The 30th came and went with no rose. Nelda was heartbroken.
On the 31st, my husband brought a rose for Matías.
Yesterday, the bill fell again.
Nelda picked it up, looked at it, and said:
“This is Matías’ bill… what does he want?”
Then she remembered:
The rose. 🌹💙
She rushed out, bought one, and brought it back.
“He knew,” she said. “Matías knew this would happen.”
Nelda told me:“As long as I’m alive, I will bring his rose”.
Thank you, Nelda, for being a messenger of love.
For letting yourself be guided by the invisible signs of the soul.
For allowing that eternal bond between earth and heaven to bloom, month after month.
Matías loves you. And you know it.
Because those who love without expecting anything in return
always hear what is not said…
and see what is unseen.
💫🌹✨
Today, we also offer an invisible rose to another beloved presence:
your mom, Nelda.
A woman who walked this earth for 100 years
and today marks her first month in heaven.
Thank you for the life she gave,
for the daughter she raised,
and for becoming, from above,
another heavenly grandmother—surely smiling next to Matías.
One day, I’ll share all the signs Matías has sent to Nelda.
Today, I simply give thanks. 💙