Coco Mine

Coco Lia Socorro Mine was born on July 18, 1997, in Verdugo Hills, California. From the very beginning, she had a deep and natural love for her family. She grew into an excellent student—so much so that the only complaint her teachers ever had was that she was “too social.” That quality is clearly reflected today in the many “best friends” gathered here.
Coco graduated from Cal State LA in 2021 with a degree in microbiology. She went on to a job she truly loved at Parexel, where she met some of her closest friends. She often talked about how much she enjoyed her work and the people she shared it with.
Beyond her love for family and friends, Coco had many passions. She adored animals, knitting and crocheting, Pilates, singing, and watching movies. She was a wonderful sister who loved to travel and treasured the time she spent with her brother, Dylan.
Coco’s greatest love, however, was K-Pop.
You could say it all began with The Beatles—the original K-Pop band, in a way—but for Coco, K-Pop became something much deeper. She didn’t just listen to it; she lived it. In her spare time, she shared that joy with friends and cousins alike—whether they were fans already or not. Through K-Pop, she connected, she taught, and most of all, she loved.
She spent hours with her papa, patiently showing him the latest videos, teaching him the groups, and sharing her growing collection of photocards as if they were priceless treasures. Those moments were more than just time spent listening to music together. Ever the caring daughter, Coco turned their K-Pop sessions into a kind of loving mental workout—better than the New York Times crossword puzzle! She even made a detailed K-Pop idol spreadsheet, carefully noting her favorite groups, their current hairdos, and most importantly her bias, and her possible “bias wrecker.” And if her papa ever forgot, she’d be genuinely hurt—not out of frustration, but because it mattered to her. She cared that deeply.
Of course, Coco wasn’t perfect. There was always a risk of tripping on the stairs, which she treated as her personal storage space. If the toilet paper was empty and hadn’t been replaced, we knew Coco had been there. And if we were hungry while Coco had French fries… chances were we’d stay hungry—because she always had her fries carefully accounted for. Her greatest offense of all, though, was her refusal to say “Go Dodgers!” to Dylan, no matter how much he begged.
But above all else, Coco was a loving daughter, sister, niece, cousin, and friend.
She is survived by her mother, Sandra; her father, Mark; her brother, Dylan; her aunts Noemi, Blanca, Sonia, Mary, Mari, Candace, Sylvia, Leticia, Kathy, and Tina; her uncles Saul, Raul, Aurelio, Danny, Peter, Jim, and Alex; her cousins Claire, Emma, Grace, Madison, Delanie, Eric, Lauren, Sarah, Jackie, Johnathan, Sophia, Katherine, Chris, Alex, Allyson, Grant, Daniel, Hana, and Marissa; and her many dear friends.
She will always be loved, and she will always be missed.