“I’m weak when I fall in love,” she says. “I walk on air. I lose my appetite. I can’t think straight. I’m not one to be sensible. 96 more words
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This is a first for me. I’m writing an obituary for someone who I didn’t know lived until they died. The person in question is a woman called Antonia Brenner, widely known as… 239 more words
I am moved by a story I read today written by Matt Schudel of the Washington Post entitled “Mother Antonia, 86, lived in, transformed Mexican prison.” Mother Antonia, who was born Mary Clarke in the US, died on October 17 after a later-in-life mission where she served others in need and created a group called the… 473 more words
May she rest in peace, cradled in the arms of Jesus, whom she loved beyond all measure.
Small of stature, with blue eyes peeking out from under her traditional black–and-white habit, Brenner cut a strikingly serene presence in the overcrowded prison of 8,000.165 more words