ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Frances Reardon Sinderwahl, 83, born on July 6, 1932 and passed away on December 26, 2015. We will remember her forever.

Posted by Lisa Reardon on July 6, 2020
Remembering Fran on her birthday. . . . I've especially been thinking of her during this time of a surge of energy throughout society valuing black lives and seeking justice for them. Hopefully it will bring transformation in us and greater awareness of our skewed thinking based on our living and breathing racist ideas, values, and practices.

Such issues were always close to Fran's heart and mind. She was a tireless advocate for the inherent dignity of all people. She told a story of being in the Altar Sodality (a women's group) at Our Lady of Sorrows (in the mid to late 60's). She advocated for the African-American members receiving Communion with the white members. Some of the white women thought the African-American women should wait until last . . . heart-breaking that we could ever have had that view of our black sisters. I'm happy that my mother was someone who had the courage to fight against racism before "anti-racism" was an idea and social movement. She was on the cutting edge in many ways, forging ahead with ideas and values that were ahead of her time.
Posted by Judy King on May 24, 2020
I think of you so often and with such fondness, Frances. Thank you for enriching my life. I miss you.
Posted by Judy King on July 6, 2017
I really do miss my dear friend and continue to think of her fondly and often. Our conversations were so varied and interesting. I felt great connection and enrichment from our friendship. <3
Posted by Scotty Scott on August 2, 2016
Fran and Stefan are family friends, and this Memorial website is a great way to honor Fran's life. My condolences to Fran's family, especially Stefan.
Posted by Judy King on July 26, 2016
Although I did not post on Frances' birthday, she is so very often in my thoughts and gratitude. I hope that videos work on this website (and you have access to Facebook) because this miraculous one shows a chrysalis emerging from a monarch butterfly and epitomizes one of the many things I love/loved about Frances: https://www.facebook.com/diane.stewartcarrier/videos/10205325645240886/

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Posted by Lisa Reardon on July 6, 2020
Remembering Fran on her birthday. . . . I've especially been thinking of her during this time of a surge of energy throughout society valuing black lives and seeking justice for them. Hopefully it will bring transformation in us and greater awareness of our skewed thinking based on our living and breathing racist ideas, values, and practices.

Such issues were always close to Fran's heart and mind. She was a tireless advocate for the inherent dignity of all people. She told a story of being in the Altar Sodality (a women's group) at Our Lady of Sorrows (in the mid to late 60's). She advocated for the African-American members receiving Communion with the white members. Some of the white women thought the African-American women should wait until last . . . heart-breaking that we could ever have had that view of our black sisters. I'm happy that my mother was someone who had the courage to fight against racism before "anti-racism" was an idea and social movement. She was on the cutting edge in many ways, forging ahead with ideas and values that were ahead of her time.
Posted by Judy King on May 24, 2020
I think of you so often and with such fondness, Frances. Thank you for enriching my life. I miss you.
Posted by Judy King on July 6, 2017
I really do miss my dear friend and continue to think of her fondly and often. Our conversations were so varied and interesting. I felt great connection and enrichment from our friendship. <3
Recent stories

In the morning

Shared by Stefan Chase on July 6, 2016

A portion of Fran's poem "In the morning"

 

in the morning . . .

 

. . . in the morning

 

i want to sit on the back deck before dawn.

 

the chairs and pots and table,

the chairs will all be damp from dewdrop

 

in the morning i want to go out without a sound

and wait with the dark for sunrise

 

i want to catch the first glims of light

that softly spread over the trees and fields

the barely-there lightning that is like

delicately-expanding sounds of a musical passage

masquerading as first light

creeping slowly towards me,

Synchronicity

Shared by Suzanne Jones on July 6, 2016

Frances and I met about six years ago. We were on a Nonviolent Communication practice call together and I had not heard her on the call before. She was telling a story about how a friend was trying to give her some freshly picked pecans but she was feeling uncomfortable about taking them. One of the basic ideas of Nonviolent Communication is that we empathize with others (rather than advise or reassure), so I was empathizing with her sadness about not  feeling comfortable taking the pecans. And then I said, "I can empathize with you on two fronts because I'm from Louisiana and I know how good fresh picked pecans can be." We became friends very quickly after that day.

I was born in Shreveport, LA and Frances was born and raised in Monroe, LA. I had visited Monroe as a child because my great aunt lived there. Then Frances told me she had gone to school in Shreveport for a couple of years when she was a teenager. Even though we were so far apart now - me in the Pacific Northwest and she in Alabama - just knowing of the same locations seemed to bring us closer.

Then I learned that Frances was a poet and the artist in her could always empathize with the artist in me when I was scared, confused, or disappointed,about putting my work before the public, as well as when I was excited and celebrating, It was wonderful that she understood how I felt. And I could do the same for her.

We talked once a week for almost six years. I am really missing her but also knowing that she is in a good place.

Love to you, Frances 

ASHKARA

Shared by Blake Traylor on July 6, 2016

AKSHARA*

 

When a wind moves through the trees

         All the leaves in its path flutter

 

When winds howl and roar               

         Everything shudders!

 

But when the winds no longer play about

         And the spaces between the leaves are undisturbed

The woods settle into silence

 

I am as still 

as the breath

inside a prayer

  

Frances Sinderwahl 


Note: Fran shared this poem with me about 5 or 6 years ago. I love it!