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diary / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
diary / Jody Mangue (mom)

Written March 5, 1987

This was written to Marin prior to her birth

Dear New Baby,

We are getting more and more excited for your arrival, if all goes well, you will be born July 20 or thereabouts. We learned that you were with us in November and for the first few months your mom did not feel well. It seemed your brother, Evan, just saw his mom lying on the couch, now though i feel great. Its 5 more months till your birth. Our first appointment with Dr. Bennallack was January 8, 1987. I started to feel you move Feb 5th, on Feb 10th we had an aminocentesis where Dr. Henry took some fluid from around you to check for any problems. We saw Dr. Bennallack again on the 19th and on the 20th found out that everything was fine. The last few days we´ve been out-of-doors as it´s almost summer-like weather. Your brother, Evan is an active guy and really enjoys himself when he plays. Today was a birthday for Jeremy Kyncl and Kristin Pelz, we learned that Diane is expecting her second child on Oct. Cindy is due in 5 weeks. So most of your mom´s friends are having their second child. Your grandparents, Gigi and Papa are really excited about you and Gigi will come out to visit and help out when you are born. We are going to visit them as your dad is in Grand Junction doing some work, we are fairly sure that we are moving to New Mexico but are unsure where we will live. Our house is in Evergreen and is for sale. Your brother, Evan, talks about you every day and thinks you are a baby sister. He has toys set aside for you and promises not to hit or bite, he´s a good little guy and a good companion to your mom. I think you will enjoy him as you get a bit older.

I wonder about you and will be happy once you are here safe and sounds. Take care little one, we love you so very much.

 Love,

Your mom, Dad, brother , Evan

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MotherĀ“s day costa rica  / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
MotherĀ“s day costa rica  / Jody Mangue (mom)

Tomorrow, the 15th of August is Mother´s Day. The second year here I was roped into going, a long, long day gifts for the many mothers myself included , it was pure torture. I vowed not to go again.  My heart cannot take it. Again this year the invitation. I am surprised that I am feeling coerced to go again, despite my situation, so I have to get firm and have a family member here be my spokesman. People are well-meaning, but I wonder by their intentions of  my being there knowing my pain in this. Holdays are never the same and I find the ones I still try to recognize are just a mere going through the motions.

I found a photo of the house in Morrison decorated for Halloween, spider webs, pumpkins, goblins in the grass. We loved Halloween and definitely dressed up, celebrated, went out to spooky houses, treat-or-treated. There was always plenty of candy to be given out. I had good memories of Halloween growing up, roaming neighborhoods with a couple of friends with pillowsacks full. Having to almost drag them home.

Marin and her friends dressed up, hit the neighborhoods, with the cold weather, we went to various indoor Halloween events, It seemed to snow almost each Halloween. I remember pushing the stroller in the snow when she was about 2. 

 Mother´s Day was our special day for Marin and I, she would often make home-made cards, drawings inside and out. We would go out to dinner each year. We just enjoyed being together, mother and daughter. In later years, there were gifts, jewelry, earrings. I have several pairs left now.

  So to be asked to celebrate Mother´s Day is something of a travesty. Hard to bear. Salt in the wound. I have enough reminders,  of Marin not being here.

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continue / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
continue / Jody Mangue (mom)

I continue to do the things that soothe the soul when I can, one is writing, the other is expandiing this website bringing life to it in the love and remembrances of Marin. I found two photos today to add, one is of a heliconia where we stayed in Maui. I will attach. One quiet Sunday, I went to some private gardens in Sarchi, there the following poem sprung forth as writings do sometimes.

Hidden Heliconia

Joy and sorrow,
a fevered heart lie in pain as she is pushed along a path between the shade of palm and bromeliads.
water sings through bamboo.
grief submerges the lily laced pond
In the silhouette,
waits the hidden heliconia
dangling her jewel.

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buckets / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
buckets / Jody Mangue (mom)

I wanted to comment on grief a moment, having been in the thick of it and being hit again between the eyes. Marin´s birthday. It started the night before, the crying, It is like my eyes seep from the pain of it, it is uncontrollable. I had planned to work a bit meeting people at the airport, but by morning, the day of her actual birthday, i thought maybe this was not a good idea. Figuring people coming to Costa Rica for their vacation did not want to encounter a twisted, swollen face. It was the right decision. I pretty much felt paralyzed by the grief, but did make a table runner. Sometimes, in quiet , solitary moments, I take to sewing or something creative. My sewing machine did not work, but i was intent on doing it and made it by hand.

Once someone asked me, how many years had it been since your daughter died, 4, well then you should be doing alright. I wish that were the case that time makes such a difference, but it does not really. Perhaps the living inbetween is more defined, but the grieving, the ungluing takes a similar form, also the reexperiencing of the trauma itself. This happened when i tried to visit Colorado, I did not do well. Not only being reminded moment to moment of Marin´s death, but seeing each place, each spot had its own significant memory of her or us together. When I left St. Anthony´s hospital that morning after she had become a donor I had to get into my very cold car which had been sitting in the parking lot for 7 days. I sat there torn as to whether i should stay or leave. I left the same ER door I came in, this time, alone and running into the person who brings the styrofoam containers for her organs. I was bone chill cold. When i received the call from my home to call the ER at St. A´s, I was at work at Denver Health in L/D, we were busy. I called Marin three times that night. She was planning to spend the night at Megan´s. When I called the ER, not really too worried, I was told my daughter had suffered a fatal brain injury. Those words have rung in my ears over the years. Why a nurse would even say such a thing on the phone. I ran out of my work in scrubs to drive myself across town, screaming and crying in the car, Marin, Marin. It was the worst moment of my life and life as we knew it would be forever changed.

Coming to Colorado, I felt that same bone chill, felt extremely vulnerable, fragile and had to stay in a hotel where i could bathe frequently to get warm enough to go out. There were positive things about the trip, seeing people. Jack had an open house. Visiting Evan. But it was all i could do to get through that visit. The same vulnerable feelings and disconnectedness,sadness came again recently.

In gathering pictures, I love the ones of Marin´s pitching. I cannot tell you how many hours I sat on a bucket catching balls, fast ones. I had many a whelp from getting hit by them. I would hold up certain fingers to say which pitch we were looking for. She had four pitches, all fierce. I have her glove still, there are certain things I cannot let go of.

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Love Lives On  / Wendy Strebe (Family Friend )  Read >>
hard not to imagine...  / Bonny McDonald (family friend )  Read >>
hard not to imagine...  / Bonny McDonald (family friend )
...the friendship that might have been.  i am so grateful for the pictures you shared with us through this site.  marin is so beautiful.  she looks so happy and vibrant.  i feel her spirit through her pictures.

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photos at last  / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
photos at last  / Jody Mangue (mom)

It has taken a few days and effort to get these photos on, not so easy on this end to do that. But here are some. I will continue to add more. There are some of her family too.

I appreciate so much those of you who wrote or read the current readings, lit candles, made tributes. I feel this website is alive. It is not just for me just as Marin was not just my daughter, she was many things to many people. Her essence is full of life and she is reminding us to live our lives fully as she did, in each moment. To love without trepidation. Not take our lives, others for granted. Our life is time-limited. We are called to realize this now. I know some of you did not really know Marin or meet her, but that does not seem to matter. We are all connected, our hearts and souls. Enjoy the aliveness of Marin. Love, Jody

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P.S. / Sally Robbins (Friend)  Read >>
P.S. / Sally Robbins (Friend)

  I believe Marin was there to welcome Capt. Iman and Jeanne to the other side.   God bless / God Speed. 

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Captain Iman and Marin  / Sally Robbins (Friend)  Read >>
Captain Iman and Marin  / Sally Robbins (Friend)
I share the memories of Captain Iman and many stories he shared with me about Marin.  The smile on his face and twinkle in his crystal blue eyes reflected the love he had for her.  He was a very proud papa.  Marin would come to the office for a visit and   I recall thinking "a little Jody".  Beautiful, precious and kind.  May the perpetual light shine upon you, Marin. Close
Where to find what we've lost  / Jack Ebel (Dad)  Read >>
Where to find what we've lost  / Jack Ebel (Dad)
I often wandered through mid life wondering what I had worth living for, what was it that would keep me going. Usually about the time I entertained such thoughts Marin would come bopping into the room asking me to help her with something in her life - help me with my homework, can we go shopping, can you iron my blouse, can we watch a movie together. (One funny thing she would often ask me to do in the mornings was to grab the legs of her jeans while she pulled the waist, trying to undue the shrinkage that had happened in the drier). Faced with these thoughts again after Marin's death, she comes to me in my heart. Be a good friend and father. Be generous. Be funny. Be giving. Be caring. Show those you love that you love them. It's not so much that she talks to me, it's how she lived that touches my heart. She was engaged. She was happy. I know and hope that anyone reading this was lucky enough to be equally touched by this gift from heaven. She made a geodesic sphere that hung in her bedroom. Each side of the sphere was decorated with sketches and comments. I would guess that Marin probably made this in the 4th grade. Here are a few of her comments: I was born in Santa Fe, New Mexico at 11:30 pm; Some of the words that describe me are happy, nice, pretty, athletic and friendly: and If I had three wishes they would be to always stay young and never get old, to be a great athlete and to have a horse. Please find her in your hearts ... Jack Close
Smile for the memories  / Amanda Clark (Close Friend )  Read >>
Smile for the memories  / Amanda Clark (Close Friend )
Though today is a hard day to smile it's important to celebrate the wonderful times Marin shared with us. I can think of a few times that make me laugh. Back when we were all very young Marin used to spend the night all the time at our old house, where Erica, Marin, Gina (my best friend at the time), and I would stay up late in the basement playing all kinds of silly role playing games, I was always Amanda Mother Goose (don't ask me why) and Marin was always Mariny Bear, we'd play school, house, hide and seek, whatever we could think of. I do remember Marin always wanting to play Dolphin where she would roll around and make ridiculous noises.
Another great memory I have of Marin were her crazy spurts of energy where she'd just run around from person to person making crazy faces and jumping up and down, just as previously said it was impossible to be in a bad mood for long with Marin around. She also used to sing to us all the time, I remember walking to Petsmart with our dog (a daily thing) and we'd sing songs (lead by Marin) the whole way there.
She truly was a bright spirit and brought much joy to the people she knew. She really knew how to live life, a lesson she still continues to teach us all.
Always in my thoughts Marin, Jody and Jack. Love you.
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What would Marin say now?  / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
What would Marin say now?  / Jody Mangue (mom)

What would Marin say now from her vantage point?

She would say to love one another, to overlook the faults, focus on what works between two people in friendship, love, or within a family. There is alot to be grateful for in establishing roots and extending oneself to others. Service is the key. She would want us to forgive our own transgressions, let bygones be bygones.

She would want a world where we would rise above who we are now and rise above the smallness and pettiness of things. Her friends, their families, her parents, her brother are loved for all eternity. That love does not end, she is by their sides to help overcome the harshness and shortcomings of life to lift them up, their spirits and their perspective. Death is only a small veil. There is so much more to living than we could ever realize and more importantly loving. She would wash away our sadness and our tears with her kisses and hugs. She is our angel.

To know too that we are not alone, ever in this life even in the loneliness of moments where all seems futile and dark. In those restless moments too where there is confusion and doubt about who we are and what we are doing in this life. Be still at times to collect yourself and resonate with God and His purpose for you in whatever way He speaks to you. Let life and love not go asunder. Be true to yourself and to others, speak from the heart. Try not to be a burden and even if you think you have little to give, you are wrong. You are bountiful and what you have been given in life is full, your plates are full.

Marin was blessed to have such friends and family who loved her and love her still. Remember that for all your lives she is with you with grace and gratitude of your love and friendship to her.

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Happy 21st Birthday  / Jackie Senese (friend)  Read >>
Happy 21st Birthday  / Jackie Senese (friend)

On this very bittersweet day, Marin's 21st birthday, our family shares smiles and tears as we call to mind the many memories we have of Marin, Erica and Amanda sharing their birthday celebrations every July.  She was our third daughter and sister for so many years.  She loved to be happy and to make others around her happy, and had a knack for curing a bad mood with her infectious smile and laugh.  I will never watch Dirty Dancing or hear the music without thinking of Marin and how crazy she was over that movie as a young girl.  Her soccer feet were the fastest on the field, no doubt. We smile at her every day as her face looks back at us from a soccer photo of her and Erica on our refrigerator.  She blessed us with many years of love and friendship, and will always be in our hearts.

All our love, Jackie, Bill, Amanda and Erica

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just about  / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
just about  / Jody Mangue (mom)

It is now the 28th, one day before Marin's 21st BD, I have heard from a few people thinking of, remembering her. I am very aware of this date, its coming. Spent the day traveling back from the Caribe, people always ask why i live in CR, I skirt the issue with some vague reply, to escape the winters of Colorado,& selling my house. In this tourism business, I am asked daily, but again the same reply. Here it is now over 4 years here, moving here in May 9, 2004.

I am reminded daily of my coming here, the reasons behind it. This evening I look at my favorite photos of Marin, pitching in the front yard, one with her softball team winning first in Castle Rock, she sitting on the ground, smiling, her dad as one of the coaches in the background, there are sweet photos of her at school or with her brother. When I first moved here, I only had two small albums I could carry with me when i would travel. Her first BD since her death, I found myself on the Isla de Ometeppe, Nicaragua, what a painful trip that was. Two other BD's I went to La Fortuna, once I had to work and tried to spend the day as happily as i could given the occasion. Tomorrow, I do not know what it will bring, there will be a few work things to do and some other distractions, but hope to have some time for myself.

Marin was born at 11:48pm in Santa Fe,NM. in the hospital named St. Vincent's Hospital. She came very quickly. I labored at home for a while, but she was three weeks overdue and decided to go in. The doctor, who was on call had had numerous deliveries that night and broke my water, saying she would be back to deliver me. In 45 minutes with my getting up and down to go to the bathroom, walking a bit, between some ferocious contractions,  I barely laid down when Marin decided it was time to make her entrance. The L&D nurse who was assigned to me said, it was not possible. As a newby nurse, she was shocked to see Marin's head coming out. Another nurse who happened to also be a midwife in her country of Chile delivered Marin. She had a tight cord around her neck, which they had to clamp and cut. Marin weighed 8lbs, 6oz, she was very healthy, robust. Our eyes locked as they do between mothers and babies. She, I felt, I had known before. My heart and soul knew her, there was a strong bond of love between us instantly.

The next am, I went home, feeling very ecstatic and energized. Marin was never difficult to care for, she was pure joy to me in every way possible. As she became a toddler, some people thought of her as a little Tweetie, Paolin and so now when i see Tweetie, I think of her.

Marin lives still in my heart, I am not sure the loss of her, the missing of her, the longing to be with her again, will ever change. That bond and love remains as strong as from the moment of her birth and will until I die, I am not sure I will ever find that same happiness, joy, ecstacy that I found on July 29, 1987.

I love you, Marin.  

Happy Birthday, lovey

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getting close to the 29th  / Jody Mangue (mother)  Read >>
getting close to the 29th  / Jody Mangue (mother)

It is getting close to the 29th. The 25th today. I think of Erica, Amanda. Both have birthdays close to Marin's, 23rd is Amanda's, Erica's the 26th. Marin and Erica were like twins, not by how they looked but they were very close, had similar interests, tastes and, of course, the same age. They made up many songs and games together. Erica traveled with us to Louisiana twice to see my parents, stayed at their home, swam in the pool, the first night they swam close to midnight. It was so incredibly refreshing, we were there once over the 4th of July and saw a parade, got some Mardi Gras beads. Erica is now in college, her second year in NY, she worked one summer for Jack in his office.

Amanda, Marin and Erica were great friends, they met in Sharon's small daycare next door to Jackie and Bill's home. What a find to have Sharon take care of your child!! There were just the four of them, all girls, besides the three, Sharon's youngest daughter, Christine. I was very, very grateful to find Sharon and she cared for Marin for over two years. I never was concerned for her, she was in loving care.

Later, the girls went to different schools, but started soccer together and went to summer camps together. There were many sleepovers. Life was grand back then. Marin and Erica remained friends Marin's whole life. It was like having a second family with the Clarks.  Neither of us had close family in the area.

So here it is close to their birthdays and I am remembering those times. They were precious. I have a beautiful photo of Marin, Erica and Jessie another friend, soccer player on their first Halloween at preschool. So very precious they were. Simpler days of bringing snacks and spending time with the girls. Marin and Erica also went to the same church together and to the church summer camp.

Today, I find myself distracted, a total disconnect. I attribute this to grief. I cannot explain it otherwise. My heart is heavy and my mind, body, spirit seem to be suspended somehow outside of me. I do not sleep alot and often wake up during the night on the couch watching TV. There is a strong undercurrent of sadness and grief right now, I cannot seem to shake. I am with people, but am not really. I smile, but it is a fascade, i have lost weight without trying, my clothes are beginning to fall off of me, not sure why, i am eating.  Life. It is not easy without Marin.

Her friends' lives have gone on and mine, Jack's has too, but I can speak for myself, I am not the same, never will be. I have little patience at times, I do not feel tranquil much. But here I am in this beautiful setting and building a new home, I hope which brings me some peacefulness and strength in planting flowers and looking at birds, butterflies, mountains,  flowers,  and children.

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dolphins / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
dolphins / Jody Mangue (mom)

We had a special connection to dolphins. For me, it started young. I was often near water and sitting on piers, once a dolphin came up to me at the end of the dock and like Flipper started chatting to me. Later in Florida, I would hang out at a local dolphin pool where this man held a private show.

My dad while on the ships often saw dolphins too when meeting the big ships in the Gulf. Marin was in Hawaii twice, once with Erica, Amanda, Jackie and Bill for Amanda's softball tournament in Kauai. She was swimming when a mother and baby swam near. Later, she and Jack went to Cancun and I have a video of her swimming with them, riding on one of their backs with glee.

I had a dream after her death where I was gliding over a pod of them swimming at such speed underwater,  I awoke breathless from this experience.

If a dolphin were near me now, what would it sense, a hole in my heart, a wound so large you could put your fist through it. Would he tap on my head and look deeply at me acknowledging my pain. or perhaps I would carried off by the pod to swim with them until hole healed. Is it even possible?

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bathing / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
bathing / Jody Mangue (mom)
In reading Marin's writing about my freckles on my back, I am reminded of our taking baths. We did this together, not every day, but in the evening, sitting in the tub and writing numbers or letters on each other's backs and trying to guess the letter or number. We sat in bubbles doing this. Yesterday, I was in the shower with a two year old, it was easier to bathe him and i figured i might as well bathe myself. Once when Evan was little, I attended aerobic classes in a large YMCA gym, but in doing this, i had to put him in his walker which he scooted around the gym, when he got out of bounds, I would move him to designated areas. In the Y shower he scooted into it while i was trying to bathe getting doused.

It has been a long time since bathing with a child. Our bath times were very special, there was also water color painting done in the tub, seemed like a great place to be creative. I have a lovely picture of Marin when she was two, her hair up and she is feeding her baby doll in the tub, at one point she is also floating on her back. They are precious moments captured in photos and in my mind.
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a small tidbit  / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
a small tidbit  / Jody Mangue (mom)

Jack sent me this-

June 27th 1997

Hi, Its me, Marin.

I'm really sad that to leave. But i think things at Prospect Valley will be just fine. My dog, Chef is doing great and so are the rodents and cats. I love you very much and just keep me safe. And I'll keep you safe in my heart. I love you very much. Thank you for giving me a great life and finally maybe something to help Evan. Also there is one more favor that I'm asking you to do. Keep my brother, my family, friends and animals safe. I love you, Marin Ebel

jack felt that this was her prayer  

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the poem  / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
the poem  / Jody Mangue (mom)

This particular poem i found a week after Marin died. It caught my attention. Now I find the entire writing.

A poem for my mom

Roses are red, violets are blue but nothing could stop me from loving you. With big blue eyes and shiny blond hair, I'll always love and I 'll always be there. Show me your smile that is as wide as mile. Give that love that shines like a dove, give me your hand and lets run in the sand. With big blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, this dark-skinned angel will always be there. I love you, Marin Ebel ( a rose is drawn next to I love you.

The writing which was her assignment.

My mom is as good as gold.

I truly believe my mom is as good as gold and I've always thought so. I know my mom is a truly unique person because, she is a very loveable and special person. My mom looks like an angel, she has dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes, with a dimple with she smiles, she has a few freckles on her back and dark skin. I love her laugh, personality. She always makes me laugh, she has a good attitude and is a very easy person to get along with. My mom is a very caring person who is willing to exchange love. My mom is one in a million!

I think my mother is as good as gold because she is always there for me. First, she cares for me when I'm down. She gives me support when something that I feel bad about happens to me. I know that she cares about me and loves me and respects me. I feel the same way about her. She's always willing to listen to what i have to say. That is how I know she's there for me.

The second reason I think my mom is as good as gold is she has the best cooking. First, she can always make anything I want, i love her homemade cookies. Chocolate chip is the very best. You have to try her spaghetti with sauce from scratch. My mom has her food hot and ready to eat. Did i tell you about her mash potatoes?

The third reason I believe my mom is as good as gold is her personality. My mom has the best personality. She always makes me laugh. She is a great person to be with. My mom cheers me up when I'm down and never lets me frown. I love my mom and always will. My mom is one in a million to me and that will never change I guarantee you. As you can tell from all these reasons, my mom's the best through all the four seasons. My mom and I care for each other as you can tell we'll always have a happy life together forever. I lvoe you mom and you love me. Will always be a loving family, just you and me.

Reading, writing this treasure is bittersweet. Marin's view of me then and later changed, but nevertheless, we dearly loved one another and i was so very happy and grateful to have her in my life. She made me feel worthy as a parent, as a person. I was very proud to be her mother  Our hearts felt pure.

 

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treasures i continue to find  / Jody Mangue (mom)  Read >>
treasures i continue to find  / Jody Mangue (mom)

As I wrote earlier, I am reached in ways that continue to surprise. In a box, I came across, three small pieces of paper written on Embassy Suites note pads. There are the words, written several times. I lOVE MY MOMMY ALOT, LOVE,  MARIN. We would sometime escape the cold winters and drive an hour to the springs, check in the Embassy Suites and spend the night, swim the heated pool. Either that or go to Glenwood Springs to the hot springs pool there. If we could afford we would find a little getaway. Marin also drew alot and there is one drawing that would catch my attention. She started drawing around age 7. In the box, I found a hand made Mother's Day cared. To Jody she writes, Happy Mother's Day with a butterfly on the front, inside the drawing, a flower which is like a lotus, layers upon layers, i felt this held some spiritual meaning.

Along with these two treasures, is a resume she wrote at age 10. Objective: Wants opportunity to be a successful singer. Her work experience: I have sold candles before. Education: Prospect Valley Elementary School, Has improved in lots of her work. Her interests, activities: Singing, dancing, soccer and softball. She has her references. her dad, several friends.

On January 10, 1998, she writes: Dear Diary, I went to dinner with the singer, Salna. We went to Taco Bell. I ordered a small pepsi and 4 original tacos. She ordered a Dr. Pepper. I asked her where she got her fabulous costumes and how old she was when she started to record. She said she made her costumes by herself. She asked me if I liked to sing. I said that I loved to. We had a wonderful conversation and i enjoyed it. How strange to be reading this. We watched both the original movie and movie about Selena many, many times, we had the movies. Marin had memorized several of her songs in spanish and when we had them on, she knew them by heart.

 

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