"It is only a taste," my father said once, looking out across the building and trees, "But remember, Asher, some tastes remain a long time on the tongue. A taste of the Ribbono Shel Olom...."
|Beatrice inspired trust and her presence confidence.|
Sister Beatrice died on Sunday Afternoon, July 24th. Her funeral is planned for Thursday. So I remember...
I only knew her for 6 years or so and then only for three months of each year and then only once or twice a week... a small taste.
|I was thrilled that my daughter [right] got to meet her.|
Though she promoted me to "Father John" by mistake, it was a name that stuck with the girls.
|She was not exactly the "Singing Nun".|
|There was always something that took her attention.|
To be fair to the girls, they had seen more tragedy and sadness in their young lives than most of us have in our whole lives. Sister Beatrice remained supportive and appreciative of any effort... theirs and mine.
|She was there directing the girls.|
|She was my friend.|
I would pray that she rest in peace -- but I know she'll miss her "noisy" girls!