I will always have a special place in my heart for Blessed Mother Teresa, and not just because she is a saint who walked the earth in my own lifetime, but because I have such fond memories of working with her Sisters in Charlotte, NC before my first child's birth. I helped tutor the Vietnamese children after school with the Missionaries of Charity and one year did crafts for the summer camp they put together for the kids. There were only four in their community, and all four came to my daughter's baptism. Bret was on his knees at their convent (a little house in the Cherry neighborhood of Charlotte) installing shoe molding when the word came to the Sisters via telephone that Mother Teresa had died.
As I type this, I have on the wall before me, the front page headline from the Charlotte Observer, encased in a clear plastic sleeve, Mother Teresa dies: Frail giant of charity suffers heart attack at 87.
Blessed Mother Teresa, pray for us!