Selena Navarrete: She truly lived to give glory to God, because you can tell when someone does something to be admired. She was not like that. She brought God to everyone. Her way of being conveyed joy, hope, dedication and much more.
I met Sr. Clare in the first months of 2015, because I went with my mom to my sister Catalina’s Confirmation. After Mass, some girls and Sisters got together, and Sr. Clare was there. A memory I have from that day was that Sr. Clare was asked to sing a song called “Rema mar adentro” (“Put out into the deep”), which Catalina liked. Sr. Clare changed the words and sang about Catalina’s life. It was very funny. I remember seeing Sr. Clare singing happily while she looked at Catalina. After this first experience with Sr. Clare, I went to school at Holy Family Educational Center the same year, and I lived close to the Residence in Portoviejo.
Sr. Clare was my English teacher. Her mom was my sponsor for the scholarship I received to be able to study there. That year, I also took part in the Holy Week encounter, summer camp, spiritual exercises, and a pilgrimage for girls with Father, Mother and the sisters, including Sr. Clare. It was one thing after the other in 2015. I saw her at every activity we did. I can say that I saw her very often at school and at the activities up until right before the earthquake. There were a lot of things going on at that time.
Sr. Clare was very close to God. I remember seeing her at Holy Week, sitting at the table with those who were fasting. There was bread, milk, tea and water, and I observed that she did not eat or drink anything. I do not know if she ate later, but I was paying close attention and I did not catch her. I thought about things she was probably offering to God, and on top of that, in such a joyful way. She truly lived to give glory to God, because you can tell when someone does something to be admired. She was not like that. She brought God to everyone. Her way of being conveyed joy, hope, dedication and much more. That same Holy Week encounter—I think it was on Holy Thursday—she was completely absorbed in prayer. So I would describe her as a person immersed in and by the things of God.
She was joyful. She smiled for those who were said, lifted spirits and showed mercy. I could see something in her eyes when she talked to me about anything. One weekend, I did not go to an activity, and at class on Monday she came up to me to tell me what they had done. She spoke without judging me for the fact that I had not gone. I saw that she was making an effort to make me happy. She showed charity toward others, took time for us at recess and was patient to play with the kids who followed her asking her to play the guitar.