It is cold...we are in December 26, 1890.  Nobody dared to say it, but Mother was going away.  She was getting close to life’s end and was quite conscious of that.  Her existence, fully marked by love also showed its signs, when she saw her death was approaching…she waited, almost impatiently for the last veil to tear so that she could enter eternity.  All her daughters kept her eyes fixed to the room in Fuencarral where the Mother was slowly fading away. All wanted to be at her side.

Everybody was quiet but Vicenta Maria perceived the sadness in their eyes and the effort they making to show serenity in such a painful moment.  When the time was almost there, she was fearful because she did not want the girls to mourn on Christmas.  She tried to get up and said to them: “I recommend not to cancel the festivities for the girls because of my death, even if my mortal remains would still be here.”

Who could detain the time?  The ticking of the clock was going on rhythmically.  The morning was passing.  From the Mother’s gestures, once could surmise the peace of God coming.  It is the moment the Institute confirm its faith.  At 1:45 she inclines her head softly and entered to her eternal rest.

SHE IS GONE...she had entered the seas of eternity and from there blesses and accompanies her Institute and the girls. (cf.  NOTARIO Concepcion, Huellas de Amor)