Sister Dianna was known to many of us as a dear friend. She was like my sister, a sister to all who met and knew her. I am in tears and emotional right now. I am still reeling from this sudden death of my dear friend, Dianna, I am humbled and touched by her time here with us.
I’ll never forget how she sat across from me at lunch at TASSC to offer me a meal, tea and her love and her advice. I was so worried I’d be alone for life, but she was quick to welcome me into TASSC, the rest has been history. I ask my Lord to hold her in his arms in heaven!
I remember the day at the Rayburn House Office Building, the room was packed to hear Sister Dianna’s testify; she powerfully denouncing the then US administration’s for funding countries that torture their own citizens.
For more than 31 years, Dianna dedicated her life to defending human rights, first as a natural human rights defender, then as a torture survivor working with fellow survivors and families.
I vividly remember when sister Dianna and Harold Nelson said “No hay dolor inutil. ”No suffering is useless”. Today, this word has become an anthem to some African countries for resistance. This word truly showed who Dianna was.
Sister Dianna loved the spring season, and hated November and she once said, “ Wish our hearts are our spring-gardens.” I didn’t know what she meant, though.
A little over two months ago, after years apart, we ran into each other across the Catholic University of America and she called me from behind and talked literally over an hour and planned to meet after Covid. I didn’t know that life had the last word.
I truly miss you Dianna. I do miss you. But I know that you are not far away.