Time passed by without slowing down. It was already 1890.  Mother Vicenta Maria was ready for the perpetual vows which she would pronounce of the 31st of July of the same year.

Her vitality was fainting, her heart failing.  The illness had grown its roots in her body and it won’t leave her anymore.  She was exhausted, always feverish, it can be intuited that the end is moving closer.  It is easy to understand that the dark cloud of separation would shadow life from this time onwards.

She was slowly passing.  At one point, the sisters realized that she was so weak, she could no longer go to the chapel anymore.  In order to make it possible for her to approach Jesus in the Eucharist, they put up an oratory near hear room.

The Sisters suffer and pray asking for the Mother’s healing. The girls follow with interest the news they receive…. they all tried to be positive, but the illness was getting worse.  Mother Vicenta was going to leave them…SHE TOO, SUFFERS THAT SHE’S GOING…leaving them alone but she believed that God, who has called them, would sustain them.  She trusted Him…and loved Him so much.