At the conclusion of our mission, we traveled together to Switzerland, she to attend the temple just once before boarding a training for Southern Italy to be with her family in Lecce for Easter, and me to meet my parents before traveling Europe.
We wrote each other occasionally, but I had such a thrill when she and her husband Kim came to my house for dinner two years ago this month. We hugged and cried on the doorstep--it seemed like just yesterday when we had seen each other, not 30 years. I always had a bit of guilt that I had not summoned the other missionaries to my house that evening to honor Nicla, but I just didn't have the full energy I needed, as I was still recovering from chemo. Unfortunately, it was metastasis of her breast cancer which took her life.
I love you Nicla and look forward to seeing you again.
