Giulia Sciutto, USA: Looking back, I can see how her beautiful soul was trying to reach out to me and help me. Also, now I understand that even though from the outside she seemed to me like a vivacious, clear river, inside, she must have had a very deep spiritual life of silence and stillness.
I was at the 2008 Holy Week Home of the Mother retreat in Orlando. My heart was burdened with sadness, fear, and some anger, too. The first night of the retreat, the Servant Sisters came up with a show that consisted of a funny dialogue between Sr. Grace and a mysterious person of whom we could hear the voice, but could not see. It was very funny, and I was very curious to find out to whom that voice belonged...
As soon I saw Sr. Clare, I was fascinated by her. Physically, she was so little, but so very strong and uniquely gifted. A vivacious, clear, little river of energy. Her joyfulness, her playing and singing, the constant trail of children following her ... it was so beautiful to see.
The last day of the retreat I was seated at a table, and she came and sat in front of me. I was trapped in my thoughts, silent and intimidated, because I did not know what to say to a such popular nun. She started playing with one sleeve of her blue, knitted jacket. It was completely unsown from under one armpit to the wrist. She was putting her hand through the big hole, showing it to me, waiting to see my reaction. I was very rigid, my heart was heavy with sadness, on the border of desperation, and I did not know what to say. Then Sr. Clare asked me, “How is she doing?” I was looking at her, lost, not understanding the question. She asked again, and, understanding my confusion, with her eyes she pointed to one of my daughters, who suffers from an eating disorder. My eyes opened wide... I do not remember my answer, but I remember her very serious and emphatic eyes and tone of voice while she said, “She is suffering so much.”
When I went back home, I started watching “Lucy and Friends” on EWTN every time I had the chance.
My last memory of Sr. Clare was in Valencia, four years later. I arrived at the Home, and I saw her right away. Her little figure in the middle of the aisle of the convent, a bucket at her side and a mop in her hands. She was mopping the floor. Her quietness and simplicity struck me.
Looking back, I can see how her beautiful soul was trying to reach out to me and help me. Also, now I understand that even though from the outside she seemed to me like a vivacious, clear river, inside, she must have had a very deep spiritual life of silence and stillness. This is just my impression.
At that time my heart was hardened, but I can honestly say that I was moved by her. I think about her very often. I heartily hope that she is praying for my loved ones from heaven, where I am sure she is right now.