I met our dear Hoda in Argentina. She was very young, already married, full of joy, and had a beautiful smile.
What struck me most about her was her passion for art and the things she loved, her generosity, and her willingness to help others. She served with humility and detachment.
One memory I hold dearly is the day Hoda showed up at my house to celebrate our birthdays together. Hers was on February 28 and mine on March 2. She was living in Barcelona, and I was living in Madrid.
Another thing that impressed me was how Hoda faced her illness with courage and acceptance. Despite the pain, she never lost hope and always tried to find the positive side of things.
She taught us to appreciate every moment and to live life to the fullest.
What hurt the most was seeing her sadness and concern about leaving her son and husband behind. Yet, despite everything, she always prioritized her love and care for their well-being.
Her departure left a huge void in their lives.