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teenager and began hearing her story ˀ her marriage before the onset of
World War II, the experiences of living in war-torn London, her miscarriage
during the Blitz leaving her unable to conceive again, the adoption of their
daughter, a neglected baby who flourished in a home filled with love and
laughter. A great storyteller, Gladys brought the hardships and pain of war
to life ˀ but always with humor and a zest for living. Years later, she lost
her beloved husband, Ted, on the day he received his first pension check,
and while I know she never fully recovered from this loss, her love for life
and the people who filled it continued. Hospitality was her special gift. I
was the recipient of her love and her generosity of spirit for most of my life,
and we visited many times ˀ on both sides of ˈthe Pond.ˉ In my mind˅s
eye, I see the steeple of All Souls Anglican Church in Twickenham de-
signed by Sir Christopher Wren, the beautiful little garden where her ashes
will soon be interred, and the chalice in the church that will bear her name
for all to remember this ordinary and extraordinary woman who filled our
lives with such joy and was a constant reminder of God˅s goodness and
God˅s healing presence in our lives.
Prayer
God of all goodness and graciousness, remind us that we are to be
ˈchildren of the light,ˉ that you fill our days with wonder and joy even in
times of darkness. Give us grateful hearts to remember those who have
witnessed for us your presence in their lives and whose faith in you has
strengthened our own faith and given us a deeper understanding of your
mercy and tenderness.
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Jane Argento
RCIA Team