Life doesn’t finish when the flesh decompose
Mateo was 67 when the doctors told him there wasn’t much time left. Lung cancer had spread too far. The hospital bed became his world—four white walls, quiet nurses, and a ticking clock. But there was one thing louder than the machines: his unspoken story. A life lived, but never truly told. Until ReckonTank.
Mateo discovered ReckonTank through a gentle nurse who noticed he would stare out the window for hours. When he logged in the first time, he felt skeptical. Who would want to hear from a dying man? But as he began to speak, as his voice recorded memories of his first love, his migration journey, and the dreams that never quite happened, something shifted.
Through ReckonTank, Mateo found trust. Not just in the community, but in himself. It wasn’t about legacy—it was about relief. About handing over his burden. The pain was still there, but it softened. When his granddaughter played back his first story, she cried—not for the loss, but for the gift.
Mateo’s voice lives on. His laugh. His wisdom. And his truth. He left this world, but not in silence. ReckonTank became his sanctuary, and now, his stories will echo through generations.
