Sister Mary George was very proud to be a Franciscan, and she always prayed that she would have a peaceful, happy death. For her passing to come on the feast day of the Stigmata of St. Francis has a great deal of meaning for us.

And they said, Should he deal with our sister as with an harlot?

In a way, I was incrediibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).

When it over, I want to say:all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular,and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

from "When the death comes

For a moment amongst the crowd, I saw you. I've since found out it's common for people separated from someone they love to keep seeing that loved one amongst strangers; something to do with recognition units in our brain being too heated and too easily triggered. This cruel trick of the mind lasted only a few moments, but was long enough to feel with physical force how much I needed you.

I said we had to 'Hail Mary' it.