As sudden and shocking an experience Fr. Claude's death was, we all agreed that it was also a blessed death. He died with his mind composed for prayer, strengthened by the sacraments, and surrounded by his beloved community---so may we all. It was a privilege to hold my brother's hand, to have him lean on my shoulder as he passed from life through death to Life. As sad as it was, that day was not like a Good Friday; it was an Easter Sunday, a resurrection experience, a sign of the reward of perseverance.
Fr. Claude was habitually abstemious, but one bread that he relished was Honey Mocha Bread--I saw him go back for seconds and thirds at lunch one day. So I'm sharing the recipe in his memory: click HERE.