Together,
we brought to a close a significant chapter of our shared experience. I cried silently, for so many reasons.
From the third book in the award-winning God Moments series, God Moments III: True Love Leads To Life (coming fall 2012):
In the second half of last year, God
Moments II: Recognizing the Fruits of the Holy Spirit was being
edited one final time before heading off to print. My sister Belinda had
graciously given permission to include several of her beautiful poems in the
book. She had been diagnosed with late stage 3 breast cancer two years prior,
just days before her 46th birthday.
At that time, Belinda's medical team
determined that aggressive treatment was necessary to try and save her
life. Immediately she began chemotherapy, and after her first treatment
she almost died. That story was shared in God Moments: Stories That
Inspire, Moments to Remember and is presented again here to provide the
background for what followed two years later.
How
Jesus Made His Way To His Beloved In Isolation
"This is what your
Beloved says: I am your salvation, your peace, and your life; keep close to Me,
and in Me you will find peace. Abandon the love of passing things and seek
those that are everlasting. What else are the things of time but deceptive? And
how can any creature help you if your Lord abandons you?
Therefore, leaving all creatures
and worldly things behind you, do your best to make yourself pleasing to Him,
so that after this life you may come to life everlasting in the kingdom of
heaven." Imitation of Christ, 1.
In September 2009, I
called my sister Belinda to wish her a happy birthday and during our
conversation, she told me that just the day before, her doctor informed her she
had stage three breast cancer. The world as we knew it changed forever.
Immediately she endured a hectic, week- long battery of tests, meetings with
her oncology team, and doctor visits. For her and our mother, who
accompanied her, it was a brutal test of mental and physical endurance.
Right after that, she
began chemotherapy and went on medical leave.
During that first round
of chemo, she developed a life-threatening infection, was admitted to the
hospital, and was placed in isolation. A few days later I dropped my
children off at their schools and went to Holy Mass at our former parish.
Toward the end of the Mass, our Lord told me to bring the Eucharist to my
sister. After the final blessing, I signed out a pyx and placed the
Eucharist inside.
During the half hour
journey to pick up my mother before going on to the hospital, I held on to the
pyx and contemplated the fact that the Creator of the Universe was with me!
At that moment I knew without a doubt that something amazing was going to
happen. Something amazing was already happening!
Before entering
Belinda's room in the oncology unit, my mother and I put masks on to protect
her from infection. We walked into the room and into one of the most
transforming moments I had ever experienced. My suffering sister sat in a
chair by the window. Immediately, before even one word was said, the three of
us were united in a very powerful moment of shared sorrow. We were
also united with our suffering Lord, who was with us.
After greeting one
another in that profoundly sorrowful moment, I held the pyx out to my
sister and said, “Guess Who I brought with me? I brought Jesus.”
Belinda started to cry, and the incalculable presence of God in the tiny white
Host there in the isolation unit of the very large medical complex was so
merciful, and so comforting.
As I hugged my sister I
cried, too, and told her "We suffer with you, because we love you."
After she had a private
moment with our Lord once she had received Him in the Eucharist, Belinda told
me that she had called the chaplain that morning and asked him to please bring
her Holy Communion. However, he made the decision after visiting others
in the hospital to not go into her room in isolation and risk endangering her
health.
I said to her,
"Belinda, Jesus was going to make
it to you, one way or another." Our Savior knew the
desire of her heart, and made sure He was there with her when she needed Him
most.
Jesus loves each one of us and
wants to come to every one of us, no matter where we are.
"Forgiveness Is Its Daily Bread, And To Patience Is Love Wed"
After
Belinda finished her regimen of chemotherapy, she had surgery, and then radiation.
She went back to work immediately after completing the series of
radiation treatments, and was told by her doctor that the cancer was in
remission. Not long after that, she learned that the cancer had aggressively
spread throughout her body. She began treatment again, but it was
apparent that without a miracle, she did not have much time left before she
would enter eternity. It was God's will that she would enter into
eternity soon.
One evening, I called her on the phone to
chat. Earlier that day, I had been working on the final revisions to God
Moments II. During an earlier visit she mentioned that she had taken
a book out of the library about writing poems, and had subsequently made
changes to one of hers. That poem was in the manuscript, and so
during our phone conversation, I asked her to tell me the changes.
I put the phone down on the desk in
my home office and picked up my pen.
"True love is not made of sand,
that's why, it withstands the test of time," she began.
Sisters Belinda (left) and Michele (right)
As she read the poem, I crossed out
words and phrases, and noted her changes. That moment was so deeply moving
and meaningful.
My sister was born a year and a half
before me. When we were little, our mother used to make us cute outfits
and dress us as twins. She was my only sister, my friend, playmate, and
companion. In adulthood she was a second mother to my three children and
my confidant, a holy soul who understood the tremendous challenges of living a
holy life in our modern era.
The changes she made to her poem were
numerous, and so she read her poem back to me a second time. As she did
so, I cried silently, for so many different reasons.
Life is such a precious, priceless gift
from God. Sacrificial love is a tremendous gift of unfathomable worth,
too. After all the changes were made, she asked me to do one of the most
difficult things I have ever had to do. She asked me to read the poem back to
her.
It was as if we were bringing to a close
the end of a significant chapter of our shared experience. And so I read her poem back to her, after
quickly asking God to give me the strength to get through it.
"True
love is not made of sand, that's why It withstands the test of time. It
does not fade like a rainbow does, Or the sun that dims at dusk.
"For
forgiveness is its daily bread, And to patience is love wed. It is
lasting, and never gives up, And it loves, it loves, very much.
"Its
heart does not break for pity's sake, Or leave memories at wakes. True
love is not made of sand, that's why, It withstands the tests of time.
"Nor
does it change like the seasons do, For it's genuine and true. It is
golden and will never rust, And it loves, it loves, very much.
"It
does not fade like a rainbow does, Or the sun that dims at dusk. True
love is not made of sand, that's why, It withstands the tests of time." 2
God
Moments II was published in October
2011. On June 22, 2012,
the Catholic Press Association of the United States and Canada recognized God
Moments II with a book award.
The Angel by the Tabernacle
One morning toward
the end of Belinda's life, during her final hospitalization, I
remained in church after the Latin
Holy Mass to say the Rosary during Eucharistic Exposition and Adoration. While praying, I
noticed that the statue of the angel to the left of the monstrance and tabernacle was
moving. The other angel statue, on the right side, was not moving. The movement was unusual, and did not have the appearance of motion that we see when we move.
I told Jesus that I found it curious only one angel was moving, and even more curious that even though the angel was moving, it did not seem to be going anywhere. The Lord flooded my soul with such sweet consolation. Then, He said that Belinda would not die within the next few days as her doctors had predicted, and we
were being given the opportunity to suffer longer.
After Jesus provides the soul with even a glimpse of the enormous,
eternal value of suffering which is truly beyond our human comprehension, one
is willing to do anything for Him. After all, He gave us all He had. God shows us great favor when He asks us to suffer in imitation of Christ.
That same Wednesday morning, two people visited Belinda in the hospital and asked her all sorts of personal things. They openly questioned her apostolate, and asked the dying, suffering woman how could she put her
family through this. How wicked! As St. John Vianney said,
our adversary becomes our collaborator when he assaults us, by letting us know
that what we are doing is of great value for our souls and the souls of others. Redemptive suffering in imitation of Christ is priceless.
The next morning before Holy Mass, I prayed and because of the other events of the previous 24 hours, had forgotten all about the angel by the tabernacle. But the Lord brought it to
my attention, so I looked at the angel and saw that it was no longer moving.
I was then
reminded of my remark the previous morning that the angel was moving but
did not seem to be going anywhere, and it was revealed that the angel
had gone to my sister and was with her as the demon assaulted her in the hospital the day before while she was
patiently suffering. He had also come after her through a nurse, which is another
story, and a poignant reminder that our adversary can use even the nicest people, so everyone must remain very vigilant.
I called my sister after Holy Mass that morning, and told her about the angel by the tabernacle that the Lord sent to be by her side. I reminded her that her suffering had tremendous value, and that
she was bringing Christ to others because so many do not know Him.
The view from belinda's bedroom window, where she passed into eternal life, included a cross.
Belinda entered into eternal life on December 14, 2011, on the
Feast of St. John of the Cross, at the age of 48. There was so much more that Belinda had
hoped to accomplish. She always put the needs of others before her own. Parting caused every member of our family
profound sorrow. Our consolations are that during her life, she had been
properly loved and valued in return by her family and friends, her soul was
prepared to enter into eternity, and that God's will was
accomplished.
Belinda's beautiful book of poems was on
display at her wake, and we heard many loving testimonials from family and
friends who confirmed that her holy life had profoundly impacted the lives of
many. Those she loved and who loved her in return were given copies of God
Moments II as a memorial of her beautiful life and legacy.
My entry in the funeral home's online guest book read:
My beloved sister Belinda passed into eternal life on the Feast of St.
John of the Cross. How appropriate, for she embraced her cross faithfully and
heroically, and truly lived, loved, served, and suffered in imitation of
Christ. We love our dear Belinda forever, and today are two days closer to
seeing her again, in eternity. :>)
In a dream I had shortly before God
called her home, Belinda was walking down a corridor. She was heading toward
heaven, and my three children Andre, Nick, and Alyssa were walking by her side
(she was a second mother to them). I was several feet behind them. Belinda left a trail of relics in her wake,
and I collected them as we journeyed forward. So many relics trailed behind her, and they
were all different sizes and shapes. I quickly glanced at the relics as I picked
them up off the floor. Some of the
saints I knew, and others I did not.
Belinda is a very, very holy soul,
who now lives forever among the saints. She is most willing to intercede on
your behalf from the Beatific Vision, so consider her your sister and friend in
heaven. Be sure to turn to her in times
of trial, or for inspiration on your journey toward greater Divine intimacy.
She continues to value being of service to anyone in need.
On behalf of her entire family, I
thank you for all that you have done during Belinda's life and illness to bring the love and mercy of Christ
to us. Your kindness has imitated our most loving Savior, Who poured Himself
out completely for each one of us. It meant a lot to her, and it meant a lot to
us, which also meant a great deal to her because she always thought of other
people first.
Commensurate with the simple and
holy way she led her life, we ask our dear friends who would like, to please
have a Holy Mass said for Belinda Bondi at your parish. That would mean the
most to us.
God is at work in you!
~Michele Bondi Bottesi & Family
The morning after
Belinda passed away, during a Holy Hour before Holy Mass, I stared deep into
eternity and said to her over and over, "I'm looking for you."
The day after her funeral, my
children and I were returning home after visiting with family, when the grief
of our temporary separation caused me great sorrow. Then, I noticed the license
plate of the vehicle in front of us: LOOK4ME.
Yes, my dear sister, I will
always look for you, and I will always find you, because I know just where you
are.
Thank You, God, for creating Belinda. She
remains an irreplaceable gift to us, and we love her forever.
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1. Thomas A. Kempis, The Imitation of Christ (New York: Catholic
Book Publishing Corporation, 1993), p 100.
2.
Michele Elena Bondi, God Moments II: Recognizing the Fruits of the
Holy Spirit (Rochester, MI: Joseph Karl Publishing, 2011), "True
Love" by Belinda Bondi, p. 10.