Forgetting my Patron Saint

My journey with the saints began because I forgot who my patron saint was. Sorry, Saint Clare of Assisi, I forgot about you. Yes, your heart was aflame with the love of God, and this made you run away with St. Francis to the San Damiano church to give your life to God, but not even that was enough to make me remember you. I only chose you because at the very last minute I had to choose a patron saint for my confirmation. Why did I choose you? Because your feast day is my birthday, August 11. I hadn't given a thought as to who I wanted for my patron saint, and at the time I didn't care. Only now I can truly appreciate you for who you are. I appreciate your courage to run away from a life of comfort. A life had you chosen to follow convention, probably spent bearing 20 children, but a life of comfort and security. If only there were more writings and literature on you. Sure, I have Clare of Assisi: The Lady (Early Documents), and I have my St. Clare prayer book, but both these books are not comprehensive of all your writings, but they fail to bring you to life. I can imagine you 8 centuries ago, cloistering yourself with the other Poor Ladies, dedicating your life to prayer and penance, but I don't have a clear sense of who you are as a woman. I know you had feelings, frustrations, and probably suffered from aridity from time to time. Now I am only left with my books and my imagination. Oh Clare, why couldn't you have written your own biography?