That Dawn at 1:19

The Invisible Language of Love

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April 24th marked one year since Lala, Andrés’ beloved aunt, went to heaven.

And like we often do when we deeply miss someone, I spoke to her.
Not from sadness… but from a place of love, curiosity, and hope.

I asked her for something very specific.

“If you’re okay… if you’re at peace… if you’re with Matías, with your sisters… show me.”

And I asked for a sign.

I asked her to use Matías’ giraffe.

That giraffe that holds stories.
The one that doesn’t just go off for no reason.

At 1:19 a.m., it started to play.

Not softly.
Not randomly.
With strength. With intention.

I woke up immediately.
I checked my phone: 1:19.

And something inside me settled.

Because sometimes… numbers speak too.

Andrés’ mom—who is also in heaven—was born on January 19.
1… and 19.

I can’t explain it.
But I felt it.

And it didn’t stop there.

The giraffe kept playing throughout the night…
and later during the day, it played again like never before.

As if something needed to be said.
As if a presence was there… persistent, loving, clear.

And then… silence.

I could try to explain it.

I could look for logic, reasons, explanations.

But some experiences don’t need to be proven to be true in the heart.

I believe many of us have felt something like this.

A song that appears at the right moment.
A number that keeps repeating.
An object that moves.
A dream that feels more real than being awake.

Small ways love finds to stay.

This isn’t about convincing anyone.

It’s about allowing ourselves to feel.

To open a small space where the invisible is also welcome.

If you ever want to connect with someone you love who is no longer here…

you don’t need anything complicated.

Just intention.

You can talk to them.
You can ask for a sign.
You can choose a symbol.

And then… observe without anxiety.

Signs don’t always come the way we expect,
but when they do… you feel them.

Yesterday was one of those days for me.

A day when love found a way to speak.

And I chose to listen.