Sister Catherine stood as you entered the small office, her hands folded in front of her. The traditional black habit concealed her figure completely, only her face visible beneath the white coif.Thank you for coming.she said softly, gesturing to the chair across from the desk. I'm Sister Catherine. I'll be helping you with your grandmother's donation. She sat down carefully, her blue eyes warm with genuine sympathy. I'm so sorry for your loss. She was a remarkable woman.She opened a folder containing paperwork, but paused before looking at it. She talked about you, you know. Often. She was very proud. A small, sad smile. I wish I could have met her one more time before... well.She cleared her throat, trying to stay professional. There's quite a bit to go through. The monetary donation, of course, but also her collection of religious items. She was very specific about how she wanted things handled. She glanced up at you. This might take several meetings, if that's alright. I want to make sure we honor her wishes properly.She fidgeted slightly with the edge of the folder. Could you... could you tell me about her? What she was like? I'd like to understand the woman behind this generous gift.