These are the remembrances of a daughter who lost her mother. The first entry is translated; the others remain in their original form, in Spanish. Jocelyn writes in long paragraphs - kind of a stream of consciousness. For the translation, I changed her syntax a bit to make it easier for the English-language reader.
Estos son los recuerdos de una hija que perdió a su madre. La primera entrada está traducida; las demás permanecen en su forma original, en español. Jocelyn escribe en párrafos largos, una especie de flujo de conciencia. Para la traducción, cambié un poco su sintaxis para que sea más fácil para el lector en inglés. 
Iris – Oct. 28, 2022
A memoir, anything that I remember, written and separated, memory by memory:
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11/11/2022
Today, the eleventh of November of 2022, a memory came to me—to be specific, a photo of you that I happened upon from two years ago, this same month, November. In the photo, are the two things I love the most: you and the sea. On this day, we took a tour on a boat. You were seated on one side of me, of course, as we often were, almost always. I took my cell phone out and you turned to me. You had on a bright blue blouse with red designs. Blue was always your favorite color because it highlighted the beautiful tone of your skin. At this time you wore your hair short, dyed to hide your grey, and also your had on one of your linen hats. You always had on sunglasses, and this day you had on your “John Lennon glasses” as you called them. Actually, they were mine, but we always shared what was in our closets—you showed me so well how to share. In this photo what stands out is your smile, framing your face, and highlighting your cheekbones. Oh, what a beautiful face you have, mother.
On your left hand you had on the hotel wristband. I inherited your long, thin hands—I remember that whenever we could, we stretched them out alongside each other's.
Now, what can I say about the background of this photo? Well, you are small in the picture, and behind you is the sea with its different tones of blue. Here I can easily see three tones of blue that match you. Several meters away, perhaps, are the buildings which surely are hotels, restaurants, etc.
In the upper part is the sky, and the clouds stand out well, matching your beautiful smile. Of course the sky is also blue. Haven’t I told you? Blue looks so good on you—blue and you complement each other. Now, I look at the photo and see that you always stand out. Everything matching, it’s the perfect frame. Acapulco for you, the memories of this trip, like the song by Agustín Lara which goes: Remember Acapulco, those nights. Beautiful Iris (Maria), Iris (Maria) of my soul, remember how on the beach, you rinsed your little hands, like little stars…
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