Wednesday, December 01, 2010
At first when I got the news it was surreal.. My sister is dead? It is starting to sink in the reality and finality of it. I am sure she is in heaven and God is taking good care of her. She had a very hard life and she coped as well as she could with all the obstacles she had. She was only 8 or 9 when her father died. My mother was pregnant with me at that time and my mother did not cope well with the loss. I am sure my sisters (I had two older sisters) felt abandoned for much of that first year as my mother sent them to boarding school and she and I went to a Catholic convent for at least 6 months. My mother's sister was a nun and she convinced her mother superior to take my mother in to help her over her trauma. My mother was so distressed that the doctor did not allow her to go to my father's funeral for fear of losing her pregnancy (me!). My aunt, the nun, Sister Teresa Joseph called me "her baby" and I heard all the nuns were anamored with me. My aunt named me at the baptism, "Theodora Josephine Frances Xavier Cabrini" and my last name was a mouthful, too, Bednar'Chuk. My oldest sister got married when I was only 4 years old. My sister who just died was often the babysitter for my younger half sister and me and she probably resented that as she got into her teen years, but we were friends and became closer as we got older. We used to laugh a lot and reminisced about the good and not-so-good childhood we shared. I do miss her.