This online memorial was created in loving memory of Alyssa Estevez, whose life story is told throughout this memorial website. Please sign Alyssa's guest book and let us know you came to visit.

We will remember Alyssa forever. March 13, 2006 at 4:00 am, we received the call that changed our life forever, our Alyssa was killed in a single car accident in Spain. It was the American Consul in Barcelona who called us to let us know, my husband got the phone and just started screaming, then I had to talk to him. He explained that it happened on the road going from Barcelona to Valencia in the area of Tarragona. When he realized that we were really not able to talk about any details at that time, he offered to call us back, which he did. At that point, I just was not able to stand still, I called my sister and the kids and I do not even remember who else, after that, I continued to pick up and clean the house like a mad woman, while my husband sat on the sofa screaming away. That was the day my life ended, nothing will be the same again.

"If you ask me what I came into this world to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud." - Emile Zola

The Death of the Young

People ask: "Why do children or young people die, when they have lived so little?" How do you know that they have lived so little? This crude measure of yours is time, but life is not measured in time.

This is just the same as to say, "Why is this saying, this poem, this picture, this piece of music so short, who was it broken off and not drawn out to the size of the longest speech or piece of music, the largest picture?" As the measure of length is inapplicable to the meaning (or greatness) of productions of wisdom or poetry, so - even more evidently - it is inapplicable to life.

How do you know what inner growth this soul accomplished in its short span, and what influence it had on others?

~from Spirtual Life Cannot be Measured by Tolstoy