Margaret ends this blogalogue by asking: Are you looking forward to meeting Inigo in heaven, and what would you want to say to him or ask him?
Yes, of course, I’m looking forward to finally meeting the man who has helped shape my destiny for the last 30-odd years and who will continue to influence me until I draw my last breath.
Having said that, I think I might be quite nervous. Your wonderful book about him, Just Call Me López, humanizes him for me, but I still have to fight against the urge to see him as an unrelenting taskmaster who is impossible to please. Your book helped me to realize that Inigo was, in many ways, as weak and as foolish as I have been. Your narrator, Rachel, is not slow to challenge him and I think now that I will be prepared to do something similar, in the unlikely event that it becomes necessary.
My imagination, however, tells me that Inigo will be surrounded by hordes of Jesuits and other Ignatian friends. I can see myself squeezing between them all to get close to Inigo and stopping to greet people I know by name or by reputation alone. I think it will take me a long time to get next to Inigo. When I get there, I want to begin by thanking him for his life, his ministry and his vision. I’ll tell him about visiting his houses in Loyola and in Rome and how I felt totally at home in both those places.
I’ll ask him to put in a good word with Our Lord and his Mother for all my Jesuit companions, family and friends whom I’ve left behind.
And then I’ll just hang out with the Ignatian crowd and rejoice!