Wednesday, May 25, 2022

"And He will raise you up on eagle's wings...

bear you on the breathe of dawn
make you to shine like the sun
and hold you in the palm of His hand."

Life isn't always rainbows and butterflies.  Sometimes, life is one damn thing after another.  All you can do is hang on and pray that you survive to someday thrive.

That's where I'm at now.  The story goes something like this:

Many many moons ago, I was active in the Travelers Choral Club.  Altos have the most fun!  One day at rehearsal I sat next to an older woman, who several people told me was not friendly and didn't really talk to people.  I picked up my music and greeted her with a smile and said "hi."   She introduced herself and we chatted until rehearsal started.  I don't know what those people were thinking, this woman was wonderful!  Over the next two or three rehearsals, I learned most of her life story, and What A Life!  Don't ask me why, but she chose me as a friend and I have been blessed for the last 20-some years to be a part of her life.

Who was she?  my friend: Helene   

this is her obituary.  It leaves out a bit.  Like, she was a nun, in the order of Sisters of St. Joseph.  She left the convent as it declined and made her own way in the world.  To me, she never really left the convent, it left her.

Dr. Joan Helene Blakeslee, 91, of Vernon, peacefully passed away in her sleep on Thursday, May 19, 2022, at her home with her beloved caregivers by her side.

Born in New Haven on Nov. 14, 1930, a daughter of the late Charles K. and Helen Z. (Dunn) Blakeslee, she had been a resident of Vernon since 1981. Dr. Helene was a graduate of Waterbury Catholic High School, Class of 1948 and St. Mary's Hospital School of Nursing in Waterbury, Class of 1951, earning her RN degree. She went on to earn her BSN in nursing in 1956 from the College of Mary Immaculate in West Hartford, which was an affiliate of Catholic University, Washington, D.C. She earned her MS in biology in 1960 from Catholic University and her MD degree in 1967 from the University of Ottawa in Ottawa, Canada. Dr. Helene did her internship at St. Elizabeth Hospital in Brighton, Massachusetts and her residency in Internal medicine at St. Francis Hospital in Hartford from 1968 to 1971 where she was the chief medical resident in 1971. She had her own private practice for over 10 years in internal medicine before going to work at Travelers Insurance Company in Hartford for over 12 years as assistant medical director and medical director for Insurance Medicine. She was also a former member of the Connecticut State Board of Medical Examiners; Mercyknoll Medical Staff; New Hope Manor Board of Directors; John XXIII Intercommunity Retirement Program for Religious; Hartford County Medical Association; Hartford Medical Society; Connecticut State Medical Society; Alumni Associations of St. Mary's Hospital School of Nursing, Catholic University of America, and University of Ottawa School of Medicine; American Association of Life Insurance Medical Directors; American Council of Life Insurance; and Board of Trustees of Tabor House in Hartford. A talented singer, Dr. Helene was a former member of the Traveler's Choral Club, Sacred Heart Catholic Church Choir in Vernon, and St. Paul's Church Choir in Glastonbury. She enjoyed listening to classical music, reading, watching "quiz programs" on television, building and repairing things around her home, and most of all caring for people.

She is survived by her longtime dear friend and caregiver, Carole J. Cipolla of Vernon with whom she made her home; a second cousin, Lynn Sample; friends, Gaylene Sudano of South Windsor, and Raelene Cronin of Manchester; and many other friends, co-workers, and former patients that she cared for.

Funeral service will be Monday, May 23, at 10:30 a.m., from the D'Esopo East Hartford Memorial Chapel, 30 Carter St., East Hartford, with a Mass of Christian Burial celebrated at 11 a.m. at St. Christopher Church of St. Edmund Campion Parish, 538 Brewer St., East Hartford. Burial will follow at Mount Saint Benedict Cemetery, (Section Y), Bloomfield. Relatives and friends may call at the funeral home chapel on Monday morning, May 23, from 9:30 to 10:30 a.m.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions in Dr. Helene's name may be made to the Felician Sisters, c/o Sister Mary Laurianne, 1315 Enfield St., Enfield, CT 06082.

 It hurts.  To know that I won't be seeing her again, in her chair.  Not much for talking, but really good at listening, and sometimes, giving advice.  Just the knowing that she was there.  Now, not there.   

The pups and Blackie don't leave me alone.  I have dog classes to attend, planting to do, housework and yard work.  One foot in front to the other.  One day at a time, sometimes it's one minute at a time.  

I am forever grateful she chose me to be her friend.


Peace, my friend.  Well done, Servant of God.



Thursday, May 5, 2022

SPRING 2022

 

I’m sad.  It’s allowed.  This has been a bad spring.  It wasn’t supposed to be, it’s was supposed to be a fun spring with a 95th birthday party in Myrtle Beach for my 2nd mother (who provided me with a safe and loving place when I was 17), and prepping the pups for a summer of adventures in agility and scent trials.  We (the pups and I) went to South Carolina for the beginning of April.

Mom Cyr’s birthday party was a real celebration of a wonderful life well lived, with the sad understanding that cancer was going to take her away.  We expected we had months.  We didn’t.  I was home for 10 days when Melody called.

April 19th, Jackie Cyr, my 2nd mother went home to Jesus.

The funeral mass was lovely.  Mom was a professed lay Carmelite, and wanted her mass to be as formal as could be and mostly, it was.  I was very proud to be an honorary pall bearer, along with her sons, George and Chris and her grandsons, Brandon and Porter. 

The warmth and love she gave us that last birthday party was sustenance now.  I will always remember her when we said good-bye – her smile, the brightness in her eyes – how lovely and alive she was.

 As I drove home from the birthday party, my phone got a couple of texts.  Not unusual, but I don’t normally check them until I’m stopped for the night, or a meal.  This time, I stopped to walk the pups and checked. My cousins were letting me know that their mother, my cousin Kathleen had died in her sleep the night before.  This was a shock as there was no warning.

3 years ago, before Covid slammed the door on trips, I went ‘cross-country.  In Wyoming I had the pleasure of dinner with Kathleen and much of her family.  I hadn’t seen her in years but we kept in touch via email.  It was wonderful to see her (and them) again, and reaffirm the bond of “cousinhood” we shared. 

Kathleen had the gift of faith beyond all measure.  If she was the bulwark against all this world could ever throw at her family, faith was the mountain of strength she leant against.  She was made of love, grace and faith, and no one would stand against her.  Like so many, I loved her dearly.

 

As I absorbed the loss of two special people, a threat to a third was unfolding in Maine.  Grace, my cousin-in-law was in Eastern Maine Med’s ICU, fighting for her life.  She’d had a “bad reaction” to a drug.  Understatement of the year, and a horrible case of medical incompetence.  (another story for another day)

Gerald, her husband and my cousin called me with that news.  All I could do for him and their family (Paula, Todd and the grand-girls) was pray.  So I did.  Jerry would not be the fine man he is without Grace.  She was his saving Grace.  And I do so love them all.

It was a great relief to hear several days later that she was winning the fight of her life, but she’s not quite out of the woods.  Because her blood pressure dropped so precipitously, she was given “pressors” which helped save her life.  They may have cost her fingers or a hand…  we won’t know for a bit yet.  It’s an awful thing, to have to adapt to such a loss when you’re over 70, but if anyone can do it, Grace can.  And Jerry will be right there with her.  So this one at least is a bad news/good news thing.  I’ll hang on to the good news part.

I plan on visiting them in the fall.

Last, but not at all least, my step-aunt Nancy continues to fight “long covid” and the inexorably long decline associated with it.  Step-mom Betty has had yet another bout of covid, and is getting ready for hernia surgery sometime this month – if Covid will permit it. 
 
 

This is a bummer of a blog post.  In truth life is not always rainbows and unicorns, sometimes it sucks and that’s all there is to it.  Just get through it. 

Oh, and UCONN Women’s Basketball got all the way to the championship game.  Damn, and Thank God for that team.  At least I could enjoy their games.

Always, there are the fur-kids; without them where would I be?  (not going there)  Blackie, who is the best used-to-be-feral sweet cat ever; Trippy, for whom I am the ESH (emotional support human); and Tyson, who demonstrated to everyone this spring that he really is a born ESD (emotional support dog), by loving on those who needed him the most, even if he barely knew or had just been introduced.  I am so proud of him!

 

 I took some pictures and video during the birthday party.  Mom Cyr was a singer, and still had it at 95.  Sadly, I wasn't close enough to get much of her singing, but I did get her children and grandchildren singing.  It is one of the things we have in common - that love of music.

 
George sings the National Anthem 

 
Porter sings Happy Birthday 
(with a little helium help)

Porter and Brandon

Mom Cyr
back row:  Raelene, Brandon, Melody, Sharon, George and Porter
front row: Darcie, Mom, Johnna
we are all in yellow, Mom's favorite color.




 

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