|Courtney and Kris, Emer's oldest friends, with me, at|
Emer's wedding. Courtney entered the convent 2 days later.
It had been six months ago that I had returned, in December 2010 to be with one of my dearest friends, Perle Dumas, whose physical condition was so dire that it was said that she would not live beyond that Christmas. At the age of eighty-four, she was recovering from a stroke that had paralyzed her right side. Still, when I saw her in the rehabilitation home in Crestview, Florida, she was sitting up in her wheelhair, waiting for me. She had determined that she would be sitting up, not lying down in bed, when I arrived. We talked as usual, although she tired easily. During my visit, she was able to come to her son's home and in addition eat at two of her favorite seafood restaurants in town. Except for the fact that she was tired, both mentally and physically, our visit went well. A couple of weeks later, I returned to see her with Emer and Alin. She gave Emer her Christmas present, and met Emer's new husband for the first time. She had not been able to attend the wedding because her stroke occurred just a month before.
I was unable to talk with her on the phone when I returned to Bolivia, though, because she was nearly deaf, and communication was possible only when I was in her physical presence. I felt that I was locked away from her, unable to communicate orally. All I could do was send her letters, and those were rare.
|Norbert, Perle, me, and Joel, waiting for Emer|
after Baccalaureate services