Many years have gone by since the last time I saw Sr. Clare, but her happiness and her joy are the things that I remember most about her. We came to Spain together for the first time on a trip during Holy Week. I remember having the same fears as she did, because we really had no idea where we were going. We were so surprised when we got to the monastery in Priego (Cuenca) at night. It was nothing like we had imagined it was going to be.
I remember how she used to sing very joyfully, in her Spanish with a Derry accent, an old Spanish song called "De colores". It makes me laugh every time I think about our Spanish with those accents.
In that trip, she felt God's call very strongly. I know that it was hard for her to accept it and take the first step. For her family and for all those who were close to her, it must be very consoling to know that she took the right decision; she was so happy and did so much good.
The first thing I thought when I found out she had died, and saw all the news on internet, was that she had now became the famous nun that she talked about being on the first trip to Spain.