Dear Marianne,

You are still missed so much. If your eyes slipped down to the Baccalaureate tonight at St. Paul's, you saw your young friend with tears in her eyes because she still misses you so much. She told me afterwards that it wasn't right that you weren't there; I assured her that you WERE there. She loves you and always will - your friendship was a rock on which her life was built. Don't stop praying for her, dear. And for all of us who are still in practice mode preparing for the great feast.

Much love in Him in whom we are always one!