Her name was Adrianita. She is one of the most precious people I have ever known. She lived like an angel. There was not one thing she could do for herself. She was completely dependent on the rest of us. I was just the occasional visitor. Her Pimpollo family beautifully provided all she needed for life. She never spoke. Never walked. Never needed a pair of shoes. She taught me about grace, true love and compassion.
I remember the times she and I spent together...
and the feeling of her hand in mine. I curiously observed the involuntary movements of her body and listened closely to the sound of her voice as she quietly moaned. At times I could swear it sounded like singing... the sweetest... saddest song I ever heard.
I often wondered, Why, God? Why is she here? The answer was spoken to my heart soft and clear. She's here so you have the opportunity to love without expectation of anything in return. I think she lived so the rest of us could serve.
Adrianita was loved so well by her Pimpollo family. She lived years longer than doctors expected. I'm sure the gates of heaven were open wide and waiting when God called her home this morning. I picture her there with Madre Estela. I am imagining her dancing and singing, running and laughing. She is free at last and our loss is Heaven's gain.
Matthew 25:40 (NIV)
40 ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’