Christine Louise Henry
December 10, 1950 – June 20, 2014
From the Book of Ruth, Chapter 2, verse 12
A blessing for my sister Christine: “The Lord recompense you for what you have done, and a full reward be given you by the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge.”
Christine was, and will always remain my sister and my best friend. Christine had more love and compassion in her heart than anyone I have ever known. Like Christ, after Whose birthday she had been named, Christine loved even those who were unkind to her. She forgave those who refused to accept her or relate to her as one of their own.
Christine and I shared some very intense years, as we came together to care for our ailing parents, Frank and Bertha Henry. Christine was unrelenting in the effort and energy she expended on our parents behalf. And when our dad died and mom was hurt at the hands of a cruel and hateful woman, Christine and I walked through a fiery furnace of guilt, anger and despair together. By the merciful grace of God, we both emerged from the furnace a little crisp around the edges, but alive and, after a time of overwhelming grief, able to go on with our lives. We succeeded, with the help of the District Attorney and Angelo Police Officers, in obtaining the care giver’s conviction and eventual incarceration. Christine soldiered on for several more years, tenderly caring for our mother until July of 2008, when mom left all of us to join her husband in heaven.
How does one come to the kind of strength, love and perseverance that Christine had? Those traits, though inborn in all of us, are only developed through a deep faith in God and in being willing to carry one’s cross with acceptance and love. Christine carried many crosses in her life and with each cross, with each hurt inflicted on her by others, after a time of reflection and pain, she grew stronger and more resilient.
Though Christine was treated unfairly by some of her employers, she drew from her reserve of inner strength, put aside her hurt feelings and walked on to the next challenge. When looking back at her life, Christine’s deepest regret was that she had not been able to spend more time with her parents, whom she loved before all others.
I will miss my sister more than I can say. Though she was 5 years younger than me, Christine became my role model, for like little St. Therese of Lisieux, Christine did “little things with great love”. Christine gave away those little love gifts constantly.
Where is my sweet and loving sister now? I believe looking down on all of us, but this time wrapped in the arms of God and her beloved parents and sister. Now mom, dad, Jeannie and Christine are all together in that new place which dad had gone on first to prepare for us.
I look forward to the day when my journey is at last complete, and I can join my family.