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Death of Claudette Bnodin

In this sad circumstance, I have the task of thanking you all, on behalf of the families, Benodin,
August, Nady, Leroi and Ajanakou.
thank you for expressing your sympathies on the death of Claudette sister.
When my nieces, Marie-Claude and Yakini called me on Sunday, June 25, around noon, to let
me know that their mother, my sister, had just had a massive cerebral hemorrhage and that she
was in Michigan to accompany her grandson Akin admitted to the University of Michigan.
The prognoses were negative and she may not survive it. This bad news has deeply shaken me
and could not even tell if I am alive or not. Especially since during the week in question, I had
had a long conversation with her. Naturally, as for every octogenarian in an exchange of
information about our health, I ended up complaining about my sciatic nerve problems, with has
a tendency to want me to turn me into a handicap.
She told me that she generally enjoyed relatively better health these days. You can imagine how
surprised I was when I heard this bad news. As she had set herself the task of helping Lesly, our
youngest brother, whose state of health puts him in the difficult situation in which he finds
himself. I was sorry for the fate of the two. Faced with these facts, to which I can do nothing,
having no means of intervening. I felt a profound bitterness and a sense of helplessness in the
face of the irreversibility of these situations.

Of the four of us, she was the only girl. We were a very sporty family. This did not prevent
Claudette from participating with as much enthusiasm as attendance. From her young age, we
could detect in her, which we boy did not have, a certain tendency marked by empathy and
tenderness that emanated in her behavior towards others. I believe, if I am not mistaken. Whether
it was what led her to choose the nurse's vocation, take care of others. She left Haiti in 1955 to
go to Canada to learn her nursing profession. Then she moved to Chicago, where she practiced
her profession for more than three decades. She was the first of our family to come and settle
there. Then Lesly, Fritz and I had followed suit. The Haitian Community of Chicago was only in
its infancy. Everyone knew each other. We were all expatriated for the same reason. And that
was the catalyst for the cohesion of our community at the time. Many compatriots met regularly
on weekends, to relax after the long hours the week work and discuss the favorite subject of
Haitians, Politics. She was considered among the matriarchs of the Haitian community of

Although we know that death is inevitable, we are all be born to die. Let it be so that we all have
to leave this world due to the fact nothing on this earth is eternal. We refuse to accept this fact,
which, however, is repeated daily by thousands and we are witnessing it daily. Even when all the
religions of the world strive to convince us of the duality of man, endowed with a body and a
soul, whose purity is an essential prerequisite to the enjoyment of the promise of an eternal life in
the afterlife, after death. While certain religions introduce the notions of reincarnation and
transmutation, as a formula for the purification of the Karma. Even though humanity has deep
and fervent faith in these beliefs with all the promises of happiness that accompany them in an
eternal heavenly bliss. The fear of death continues to haunt the spirit of all mankind. This fear,
no doubt, is a natural reflex on which we can do nothing. We have no control over. Nature has
conceived us as such and We fear both death and destruction as much for us as for all those who
are dear to us, be it a human being, an animal, or an object. This fear is rather the instinct of
conservation those of us from the animal kingdom were born with.

When death comes suddenly and surprises us, as is the case with my sister Claudette. This
phenomenon puts us down and plunges us into the deepest sadness. It is not only the loss of her
presence, but also the irreversibility of the rupture of the close bonds which attached us to her
person. We feel a terrible loneliness that reaps our entrails, to the point of losing breath.

Faced with this common phenomenon such as death. When arrived, one is never sufficiently
prepared to face it. We go through individual stages of emotions that vary from one person to
another, according to their temperament, their culture, the ways in which the society in which
they live, adopt them as traditions of expression and Pain exteriorization. But what is common to
all civilizations, across all cultures, through all religious beliefs and through the ages. It is the
bitterness that one feels in the face of death.

After the burial, the memory remained and remained as well as the emptiness left by the person
who has just emerged from our mortal life. The way she interacted with us, the way she had
become embedded in our daily lives, will take time to fade away. The effacement of those
memories for each of us will be proportional to the depth of the imprint she had in our lives.

Claudette spent most of her life in Chicago and yet she went to Michigan to die. As the old
saying goes: "Go where you want, die where you must! "