They Mourned a Woman They Never Met

I’ve started this message a dozen times in my head. And every time, I run out of words before I run out of emotions. So let me just try this again…

My mom spent her last days at ICESP—São Paulo’s largest cancer center in the largest city in Brazil. And I want to tell you about the people there, because I’ll never get over it.

From the valet to the janitors to the elevator operator, every single person offered a little extra care and warmth. Not with speeches, but in an unspoken way. You would hear:

“I know how heavy the thing you’re carrying is right now. Let me hug your heart and soul for a moment.”

…without them actually saying it. You don’t expect that from the person parking your car. But it was everywhere.

Love with a Badge of Honor

The doctors and nurses did the most incredible job easing my mom’s suffering, giving her whatever she needed to keep the pain and the discomfort away.

And here’s what I’ll carry forever: even when my mom was resting, calm and quiet, those angels would come into the room, look at her, and catch the smallest flicker in her face or the faintest shift in her body.

Then, they would turn to us and ask permission to give her a little more medication. Because they could see, in her silence, a suffering she couldn’t even name. And they refused to let it sit there.

That’s not medicine. That’s love with a badge of honor.

The Most Graceful Exit I’ve Ever Seen

The doctors gave us 48 hours. Mamis fought for nine more days.

That was her, all the way through. An amazing resilience to the very end.

Believe it or not, she had planned and paid for every detail of her own funeral:

The songs that would play

The dress she wanted to wear

She’d even take that dress out of the closet now and then and wash it, so it would be ready when she was ready.

In a city of 30 million people, where the traffic is chaotic at the best of times, she planned to pass on a quiet Saturday morning, so that everyone coming to say goodbye wouldn’t have to fight through gridlock.

A Tribute Beyond Diplomas

And at the ceremony, love showed up from everywhere. Close friends, family, and people I’ve never met in person.

Messages from social media friends and newsletter replies landed in my inbox that literally made me cry.

In between all of it, there were the tears: mine, my sister Carol’s, and my wife Ana’s, shed quietly.

Here’s the strange but beautiful thing I keep coming back to: most of the people mourning my mom actually never met her. They knew her through stories.

On my side: Friends who had read about her for years through my posts and blogs.

On Carol’s side: Something even more surprising. My sister is a professor at the University of São Paulo (USP), and when the day came, her students and colleagues showed up at the funeral.

They came for Carol, of course. But also to pay tribute to the author behind all those stories my sister shared with her students and staff over the years.

Flower arrangements kept arriving for a tiny little woman with only three years of formal education.

And somehow she filled a university’s worth of students, two continents of friends, and a room full of strangers who came to honor someone they’d only ever met secondhand.

She never stood at a lectern. She never needed one. She spread laughter and wisdom her whole life. As it turns out, that reached farther than any diploma ever would.

The Toll of Living 5,000 Miles Away

When I moved to the US, my daily calls with mom were the thing that kept me grounded while building a life away from my home country.

Those phone calls were my thread back to who I actually am: human, focused, and thankful.

But grounded or not, I didn’t live two blocks away. I lived 5,000 miles apart.

I missed the little things back home: the small get-togethers with my sister, my parents, my friends.

And here’s the toll nobody tells you about: those little missed things numb you. Not all at once, but slowly. You tell yourself it’s the price of chasing the dream. You pay it, and you keep going.

However, this time I couldn’t keep going. I had to be present. Not only in spirit, but physically.

I rebooked my flight home three times. No pros-and-cons list. No weighing the benefits. It was a purely emotional decision. I needed to be there, to share the load with Carol.

It turned out to be the most right thing I’ve done in a long time. Being there healed some open wounds I didn’t even know were still open.

The Size of the Party Up There

Mamis left on the eve of my birthday. So many people were reluctant to even wish me anything, unsure how to hold the awkwardness of it.

But here’s the thing—and I mean this with my whole chest: Mom gave me the most beautiful present she ever could. She rested and stopped suffering. I couldn’t be happier for her.

She always said that if it rains the day you die, it’s a sign that heaven is receiving you with open arms.

By the amount of rain that poured when she left this Earth, I can only imagine the size of the party Mamis was throwing up there.

Save me a seat, Mom.

Thanks so much to every single one of you who helped us celebrate her happiness and life lessons. And to the ICESP staff for caring for Mamis so humanely to her very last breath 💝.

Warmly,

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