I did want to share with you some thoughts and memories of Sister Catherine. When Carter and I think of Sister Catherine, we mostly think of her presence and her laughter. And a long list of very funny stories – most of which she told. While our visits were often spread out over time, she is just someone who was always present in my life. Some specific memories I have include a particular visit to her in Dublin where she took me, Sheelah and our friend and asked us to come upstairs with her. When we were there, she told us she wanted to show us Sr. Martine’s room, so we could know we had seen the room of a Saint. I also have a clear memory of a fall drive to visit my sister Meg in college. I had come home to see Sr. Catherine in Boston from California and we headed out to see Meg play in a soccer game. I recall us on the sideline of the game, and the ball came out of bounds to her, and she touched it before the ball went back into the game. Shortly there after, Meg’s team scored, and she was the hero of the moment for of course her touch having changed the course of the game, which she enjoyed immensely. It still strikes me as such a special person and so telling of who Sister Catherine was that she could be as comfortable and natural sharing the peace of Sr Martine’s room and their small chapel as she was on in the midst of a group American college students. I will miss her.