Eulogy for Sister Rose Beatrice Dreiling — May 26, 1930 – Aug. 8, 2022

August 11, 2022 by

 

VIGIL: August 11, 2022, at the Nazareth Motherhouse
EULOGIST: Sister Missy Lungdahl

A wise, wonderful, witty woman-that’s our Rosey B. Today we come in gratitude for a life that impacted all of us-a life well lived. In reflecting on and reading Rose Beatrice’s life review, Maxim 4 comes to mind.

“Live, as much as you can, in such a way that your life in honor of the Holy Spirit,

may be a continual act of the most pure and perfect charity that you are able to practice toward God.”

Cecelia Dreiling was born May 26, 1930, in St. Peter, Kansas, to Peter and Clara Bollig Dreiling. She was the 7th of 10 children. Benedict, Lorene, Richard, Thomas, Eugene, Rose Marie, Augustine, Robert and James have all preceded her in death. She often said, “Being the 7th in line, I didn’t have to talk or be too aggressive. I was shy, sensitive, elusive, and observant…always present and seldom talking. Later I realized the gifts entrusted to me were observance, perception, and to see the humor in most situations.”

My parents taught us how to work, play, pray, and respect all of creation. My love for the outdoors is still magical and inspirational. I grew up in Collyer, Kansas, where we raised chickens, had a large flower and vegetable garden and were given lots of responsibilities in taking care of everything that was living. Mom’s priority was attending Mass, a devotion to Mary and the Rosary and she expected us to follow these devotions. As we got older, we thought we had outgrown some of this so we stayed out late one night … Mom met us with a Rosary and prayer book late that night. This was a lesson for life!

At 14 I decided to enter the convent with my sister Rose Marie, who was 16 at the time. Mother Chyrsostom came to Collyer to accompany us to Concordia. We had to stop at Marymount College since Mother had a meeting. We were introduced to the students who exclaimed, “They’re robbing the cradle.” However, those were the times.

Upon our arrival at the Motherhouse, we were introduced to others and settled in to our new home. That evening at recreation, we were asked to sing a song. The only song my sister and I could think of, “Don’t Fence Me In.” That was the last time for that song.

Entering into a new life at such a young age was bewildering, challenging, and filled with blessings. Being so shy was always a hindrance —G od’s patience and love as well as my devotion to Saint Therese guided me through many tunnels and provided many animated moments.

After making first vows in August of 1946, I stayed at the Motherhouse to finish my high school. My next stop was a semester at Marymount to begin my studies. The teaching assignments started right away. I was given a third grade class with 55 students in Chicago. I loved it! The years teaching in Chicago and Aurora, Illinois; Salina, Kansas, and Herndon and Grand Island, Nebraska; Booneville and Chillicothe, Missouri; Milwaukee, Wisconsin; and McLaughlin, South Dakota; with grades K-8 were years of growing to know the many intricacies of God’s presence in my life and our world. God’s intricacies … I graduated from college in 1964 after having taught for 14 years and for 7 of those 14 I was teacher and principal. There was never a dull moment during those times.

My greatest hope and challenge came with Vatican ll when we were given permission to look for our own ministries and places to serve. I had always longed to work in the inner city and that opportunity came while responding to an ad in “Sisters Today.” This took me to St. Martin de Porres School in Milwaukee. This new opportunity offered time to become a little more self sufficient and share life with sisters of different communities. One of the greatest lessons my students and I learned together was that we could trust each other. My students worked with me in starting clubs, study groups, fund raisers, community service opportunities, and retreats. These moments really mattered.

Recently, Rosie B. shared her deep love for these years of her life with Sister Regina Ann. Together they knew the importance of the mission of the dear neighbor.

Rosie said, “At the age of 92, mom fell and broke her hip. She had been living and caring for my priest brother at the time. I knew it was time to leave the classroom and go to care for them. This was a BIG adjustment. Mom taught me so much about aging and shared great wisdom with me in those moments. She always let me know that I was good but having patience would be a real plus.”

I have learned … after Mom’s passing, I was asked to go to Medaille as administrator. This was another great learning opportunity as we shared this time of our lives moving into semi retirement. The years spent with Mom and our sisters really showed me how great the lives of seniors can be so I started to work with a Senior Companion Program. We visited the elderly and tried to help with their needs and offered a presence. For 16 years I really had a good time in Beloit, Plainville, Hays, and Wakeeney, Kansas.

At 83, it was time to move to the  Motherhouse where my time could be spent in prayer, working outside in the grotto, helping others, and with various hobbies.

Rosie fell and broke a hip on July 26. After surgery she said she wanted to come to the Motherhouse. She was ready to go home. Her homecoming days were spent with sisters and nurses at her bedside — thanking her for all the ways she impacted lives and asking her to remember us as she meets God. Her final farewell was August 8.

In closing I will close with a prayer written by Sister Rose Beatrice.

God, You captivate the heart,

You draw near with your mysterious touch,

Only to disappear quickly leaving a desire to want more of You.

 

 God, we thank you for the gift of our, “Ramblin Rose.”

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