Mary Weber, daughter of Paul Hainault
Mary Catherine Hainault — 1942 graduate of Lake Linden- Hubbell HS
Sister Nivard was a kind and caring person that never judged others. She was a model of how more people should be toward others. She knew how to laugh and how to be a warm understanding compassionate person.
I visited her often in the last few years. She always greeted me with a welcoming smile and was truly interested in hearing about what was new in my life.
When I’d visit in her Sisters of Saint Francis retirement community she was proud to give me a tour that showed the icons of her strong faith and the good teaching work she was a part of throughout her life. All the nuns we met would express to me how much she helped them during their lives and how fortunate they were to know her.
On my last visit I gave her a traditional French pork pie similar to one from her childhood. She loved getting it and discussed how she planned to share it. Attached is a picture of her with that pie.
Although we miss her today I know heaven has another angel helping all around her. And I know she is watching us now and guiding us to be better people in her imagine. If more people were like her the world would be a better place.
With love, Jeff duPuis
Nephew of Nivard’s sister Elizabeth (Betty) Hainault duPuis
I shared many a Thanksgiving with Sister Nivard in Hart Michigan. My favorite moment with her was one night when the Milky Way was especially brilliant and we stood for a moment to ponder the immense wonderment of the universe. She was a loving and caring person and I am a better soul for having known her.
Sr Nivard had a favorite niece and a favorite nephew. If all of us were together with her in one place, each of us would be confident that he or she was the favorite one. We wouldn’t dare divulge our secret, and none would be the wiser.
Nivard didn’t just make one feel special, she’d remember details of life and ask about them.
In the ’80’s I was living in Washington, DC, and for some reason she and Sr. Odelia came to visit. Their plane arrived midday, and I couldn’t leave work until late afternoon. I gave her directions to my apartment in the basement of a house. Susie, who lived upstairs (and grew up in Madison, WI), was to meet them and help them settle in. I was concerned I wasn’t there when they arrived. When I got home, they were all relaxing on the terrace talking about the Brewers. (They finished last in 1984, but for fans, there were always hopes and dreams). I gave Sr Nivard a grand tour of the US Capitol, where I worked. Later we went with some of my colleagues to a classical music concert at Wolf Trap, an outdoor venue, and sat on a blanket on the lawn, ate cheese & crackers, fruit and vegetables, drinking white wine from plastic cups.
In June 2011, Nivard was no longer driving. Sr. Leanne drove her to my father’s funeral. Afterwards, sitting in the kitchen my father and his brother Ted built so many years before, getting to know and appreciate Sr Leanne, we laughed and reminisced and learned new stories.
My heart goes out to her friends at the School Sisters of St. Francis community who will miss a dear companion.
son of Paul Edmund & Alice (Lewis)