June Fair

My sister was born the day the World’s Fair opened in New York and my mother wanted to name her June Fair. They lived in a small house that backed up against the fence around the fair grounds. I don’t recall that house. I remember the ceiling above my crib and the window curtains next to my bed.

Patricia Anne was a pretty girl with thick dark brown hair that I envied over my own blonde straight locks. Mine was always cut short, but Mom would brush hers to keep it neat. Although she was four years older, we were close. We shared a room and an old double-bed.  She comforted me when I was frightened. Encouraged me. Loved me.

She got really sick when she was fourteen and dropped into a coma. Diabetes was the diagnosis and the family routine changed. We went to the hospital often and Mom cooked healthy food for her, something we all ate since she refused to cook two meals.

The wedding party
Robert and Patricia Nadeau

Pat married a good man named Robert. She had two boys and adopted a lovely blonde girl before the disease disabled her. Diabetes can be terrible. Her vision failed and she could no longer read the books she loved. Her kidneys failed and she needed dialysis. I would walk her around her yard, describing the flowers she had planted that were a blur.

Loving her family, she held on for five years. They wouldn’t use my kidney for her: I had children of my own to care for. When she went into the hospital that last time, I visited daily. She told me how much she loved her husband. Through all the medical expenses, the illnesses, everything, he always made her feel loved and that she was never a burden. For that alone, Bob deserves a seat in Heaven.

So, Patricia Anne Nadeau died at the age of thirty-five. I woke up screaming at three am and knew she was dead.  My sister, my friend.

This is to celebrate her life, not her death.


Author: Barbara Edwards

Riveting Romance with an Edge

6 thoughts on “June Fair”

  1. What a wonderful sister both of you were. I’m sorry she died so young. She was very lucky to have you and her husband. You made her feel very special.

    My sister and I are very close, too. I don’t know what I would do without her even though she lives far from me.


  2. So young to die from such a crippling disease. What courage and strength she showed as the disease took control of her body. You sister deserves a front row seat in Heaven.
    Barbara, you wrote a very touching tribute for your sister. May you find comfort in your memories of her.


  3. Barabra,

    We both are grieving today as you are not alone.
    I am so sorry for the loss of your dear sister. She is luck
    that she had a loving family that cared for her so very much.
    My best friends birthday is today, and she died in 1989 of
    lung cancer. She had not smoked in about 6 years.
    Her name was Dee Dee, and she was my mother in law.
    Most women aren’t blessed to have mother in laws such
    as mine, and I miss her more each year.
    I send you my, love, thoughts and prayers and a
    cyber ((hug)) from one sister to another…..:}
    You are not alone.



  4. Barbara,
    I am so sorry for the loss of your dear sister. No matter how much time goes by, nothing can replace the love of a sister. I have two older sisters, one who has suffered three major strokes and is in a nursing home near my house. I miss the “old” Annette so much, but am still so thankful that I have her, in spite of the changes in her personality. I have another sister, 10 years older (Annette is 12 years older) who lives about 3 hours from me. She and I used to be very very close. With the sickness and deaths of our parents, things happened that can never be changed or forgotten. I miss her terribly, too. You were so lucky to have such a wonderful relationship with your sister, and I know you must still miss her so much. She must have been a remarkable, strong woman to have fought through diabetes and kept on going. Thanks for sharing her story with us.
    Hugs to you,


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