Sister Lucy

I remember you as a strong woman. The first time I heard your name was from my teacher who's now ringing people up at Shoprite. He told me you'd kick me out and I wouldn't last a day in your school. He knew you, after all. He underestimated you. You tolerated me better than he was able. Having given your life over to God's service, that's quite a unique and amazing choice to make. You're not the only one I've known in my lifetime, for sure but you are of the utmost importance in my formation. Even if you didn't know it. You meant alot to me and I couldn't be more grateful that you did keep me in your school. I didn't enjoy St. John's but I am still grateful.

I remember the times I got in trouble, half hearted attempts to get kicked out, some stupid stuff and getting sick down my shirt sleeve, I waited in your office for my dad to show up with a clean one. The other kids and one of the teachers made fun of my vomiting. Questioned whether I was bulimic or not. You accepted that I just had a horrible cough that caused me to throw up sometimes. You didn't give up on me. And for that I am also grateful.

I played you in your retirement show. Dressed to the nines in nun gear, I was supposed to be you. I could never have done you justice and I was so nervous, I don't remember if I even got my lines right. But, it was my honor.

Sister Lucy - may you rest in peace. Thank you for being in my life, even if you didn't have a choice, you did have a choice to keep me or send me away. You chose to keep and now I choose to keep you in my heart forever, until we meet again.