If you had the good fortune, the pleasure and the privilege of encountering or knowing Sr. Beatrice Fernandes and if she touched your life or warmed your heart then please join the many others this evening (27th July) at the Ursuline Convent in Camp Street, Georgetown in tribute and collective honour.
This remarkable nun who drove her white mini bus all over this country touched my life and many others. She was an integral part of the growing up experience in the Catholic Church and a beacon for many catholic teenagers. She was that beacon, that rock of stability. One could tell her anything under the sun and she would give you sensible guidance with the religious twist. You couldn't come of age as a catholic youth if you didn't encounter this ebullient nun who had a passion for life and working with youths. You could not be a well grounded teenager if you didn't encounter Sr. Bee. She made you want to love and serve God. She made you enjoy your own youthfullness with the many activities and retreats she led. Camp Kayuka was not Camp Kayuka without the Bee singing, with her guitar and those memorable campfires.
I'll miss her hugs. It's the first selfish thing I thought of when I heard the sad news. I'll miss those darn hugs. She gave the best hugs. They were warm, long lasting and bear-like. They made you feel really special. She made you feel really special. But when you thought you were special you could bet there was another few hundred "special persons" after you who felt exactly the same way.
She will be terribly missed. When persons like Sr. Bee are involuntarily removed from our lives their absence leaves behind a tremendous emptiness - a lingering pain.
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