“You Were My Angel”: Pope Francis’s Final Words to the Nurse Who Cared for Him

Vatican City – In the final moments of his life, Pope Francis offered a deeply touching message to the nurse who had been by his side during his last days — a moment that has since moved people around the world.

The nurse, identified as Sister Elena, had served in the Vatican’s healthcare team for over two decades. According to sources close to the staff, Pope Francis looked at her gently during a moment of clarity and whispered:

“You were my angel… Thank you for being here.”

VATICAN CITY, VATICAN – APRIL 13: Pope Francis, accompanied by his personal nurse Massimiliano Strappetti, greets the faithful at the end of the Palm Sunday Mass celebrated by Cardinal Leonardo Sandri (not seen) in St. Peter’s Square at the Vatican, on April 13, 2025. (Photo by Riccardo De Luca/Anadolu via Getty Images)

Those who were present said the room fell silent, as the Pope’s words carried a sense of peace, love, and gratitude. It was a reminder of his long-held belief that small acts of service — done with love — are the most divine.

Pope Francis had been battling multiple health issues in the months leading to his passing. Despite his frailty, he continued to meet with pilgrims, speak out for the poor, and lead with compassion until his final days.

The Vatican has since acknowledged Sister Elena’s service in a private ceremony, thanking her for the “grace and tenderness” she offered to the Holy Father.

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