Our story

Why this book exists

My mother, Marcionilia Sales Santos, died at 57. Her death was sudden; there was no time to react. She was on a farm in the countryside near Cuiabá, Brazil. It was horrible, a terrible shock.

A year earlier, we had lost my grandmother, my mother’s mother. Within two years, I lost seven of my closest relatives: my grandmother, my mother, my uncles and aunts, and, finally, my husband.

I nearly died too, from depression, for three years. But I recovered and began to live again. That is when you realize that life does not follow a plan.

I was always busy working, and I never found the time to call my mother. Today I would give a million dollars to talk to her on the phone for ten minutes.

If your mother is alive, record her now: her voice, her video, everything you can. I promise you, one day you will want to call her, to share good news or bad.

My mission is to give you that experience, so that you don’t feel so alone in the world.

Ana Piumbini, Founder