Dear Cardinale, dear friend, youngest of eight, and one of six siblings to enter religious life. Surely blessed, and now enjoying the eternal reward that all people of faith strive for. God rest your soul. REQUIESCANT IN PACE +
Larger than life and with so many memories; many forged in your latter years living amongst friends in India who sustained your very existence.
Back in 2007, at a celebration for my 65th birthday, in Jaipur, you
‘performed’ a poem in English by Khalil Gibran (suitably attired for the occasion, too), but it was a Rudyard Kipling introduction that shook the ground with its thunderous delivery. The princesses of Kanota amongst the gathered friends were at first alarmed, but then impressed. You loved to shock!
I choose another Kipling as a farewell tribute, dear friend.
LIKE WIND I GO
From the Rubaiyyat of Omar Khaiyyam
With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with my own hand labour’d it to grow:
And this was all the Harvest that I reap’d—
“I came like Water, and like Wind I go.”