Whose memory have I engraved in my heart and carry with me daily?
After Eugene’s death in 1861, a card with the image of Mary was found in his breviary. On the reverse side, he had written:
A precious picture for a desolate and inconsolable father. It was twice kissed with a sweet rapture by our beloved Father Suzanne, a few moments before his holy death (January 31, 1829).
The heavenly smile depicted on his face, when immediately afterwards he looked up at me as if in thanks, vividly expressed everything this blessed man wanted to express of love and trust in his beloved Mother, our great patron, Mary.
My son, your traits like your virtues are engraved on my soul in indelible characters! I will love you in your absence as I loved you when you were the apple of my eye. What am I saying, absent! Are you not ever alive in my heart, present in my thoughts?
My beloved son, who will console me over your loss? The memory of what you meant to me? Alas! I have you no longer! The thought of the eternal happiness you are enjoying? Summon me then to your side, for me to share it.
He whom you called “your all” after God.
Charles Joseph Eugene de Mazenod. O.M.I.
Reflections on the death of Fr. Suzanne, 9 March 1829, EO XV n 159
“Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.” George Eliot