Sister Teresa Imelda Lennon
1935 – 2013
Born: 19th September 1935
Entered Religious Life: 2nd July 1954
Died: 10th April 2013
An appreciation of Sr Teresa Imelda Lennon
This appreciation begins with the welcome given at Sr Imelda’s Funeral Mass by Sr Anne Marie Costelloe. The homily given by Sr Úna O’Neill follows the references of the Readings at the Funeral Mass:
On behalf of the Sisters in Our Lady’s Hospice, It is my privilege to welcome you all here this morning as we gather to say farewell to and celebrate the life of Sr. Teresa Imelda, or Marion as her family knew her.
We welcome especially her sisters, Gemma, Teresa and Dolores, her brother Michael, their families and extended family. We welcome Sr. Imelda’s friends from Dublin and Cork and Sisters of Charity from many of our houses.
All of us have loved and supported Sr. Imelda in different ways over the years. All of us have been touched by her life. We have been inspired by her deep faith, her life of prayer, her unselfish love and service to others. Most of all we have been inspired by her courageous acceptance of suffering for so many years.
We are sad to say goodbye today but we give thanks to God for her life of goodness and love and we are glad she is now at peace, where there is no more suffering or pain.
Readings:
Isaiah 40: 28-31
Philippians 3:20-21
Gospel: John 14:1-7
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Today is a beautiful day. All around us we see and celebrate the presence of the Risen Lord: in the song of the birds; in the blossoming flowers and trees; in the sunshine and shower of this day. The Readings chosen for this Mass by Srs. Ursula and Anne Marie, are also full of the presence and hope and joy of the Lord. In the Gospel, for instance, Jesus tells us not to let our hearts be troubled; to trust in Him because he is our Way, our Truth and our Life.
We are here to remember and celebrate the life of Sr. Teresa Imelda – or Marian as her family knew her – and if anything defined her life it was her trust in God in every aspect and moment and event of her life. Born in 1935, she spent almost 60 years as a Sister of Charity and throughout those years she was a resurrection woman in a very real sense. While her suffering, pain and poor health were very much a Good Friday experience and she spent much of her latter years with Jesus on the Cross, her attitudes and presence and selfless love reflected the love of Jesus. Her presence to all of us was loving and life-giving and full of faith.
It is easy to love at a distance. But that was never Imelda’s way. She loved in the minutes and hours of every day. Her love was wholehearted, practical and sensible. Everywhere she lived – in Ballaghadereen, Kilkenny, Tramore, Howth but especially in her beloved Cork where she spent 27 years – she fed those who were hungry, she wiped the tears of those in pain and sorrow, she eased the worries of so many, she consoled and comforted hearts that were sore and weary, she listened and advised and prayed. And she did this in a loving service that knew no boundaries. There is a poem by Richard Murphy that describes the death of a man who loved in that way. If I take poetic license by substituting her for him, the poem could be about Imelda and I quote:
There was no air too foul for her to breathe, no pit too dark to enter,
yet her very breathing made the foul air pure.
Her presence made the darkest day feel clear;
Because her kind of life taught me to live, her dying I forgive.
(Tony White by Richard Murphy)
The hymns for todays Mass are so appropriate for the woman we are celebrating. All who knew Imelda, knew her as unfailingly good-humoured, a woman who was able to laugh, to relax, to enjoy her beloved music. As the opening hymn said: her heart was filled with song.
Part of the richness of her life was her relationship with her family whom she loved deeply, prayed for constantly and always welcomed happily. All of us watched her growing ill health these past years with dismay and distress and were grateful for those who cared for her in Baldoyle, Loyola and here in the Hospice with great respect for her dignity and privacy.
Above all we celebrate the reality that all her life, God was her rock, her shield, her strength, her refuge, her life, her Good Shepherd, her love, her ALL. She answered the final call of the Good Shepherd last Wednesday in the Anna Gaynor wing, yielding her spirit to the Lord, peace-filled, calm and trusting – blest with a death that had no struggle, no pain, no fear.
So we remember and give thanks for her: for the gift she has been to us; for the fact that Service of the Poor marked her life and echoed in all the choices she made as she gave herself to those whom she served. Now she is gone from us but we are the better for having known and loved her. Jesus has surely turned her sorrow to joy and filled her soul with a new song.
We give thanks for the fact that she was a true daughter of Mary Aikenhead and I finish by using some words of Mary Aikenhead’s which sum up the life of Imelda:
“. . . come what may we can surely trust him. . . . as long as we try to do our little best for those whom He so loved, we can always count on Him with entire confidence, always, always. . .”
She trusted him. She did her best. She counted on Him. She gave her life in love and service of others. Now she is with Him in the fullness of His life and love.
May she rest in peace.
Sr. Joseph Helen Cunningham.
We are standing this morning on holy ground: the place where Mary Aikenhead spent the last years of her life as an invalid – a woman whose vision, courage and practical common-sense gave birth to our Congregation and to our long and graced history of service of the poor, the weak and the vulnerable. Today we are celebrating the life of Sr. Joseph Helen, a woman who cherished that charism, serving those in need with fidelity and generosity, and who also spent the last years of her life here in the Hospice.
The readings this morning are both comforting and challenging. In the Gospel Jesus speaks of himself as the Way, the Truth and the Life. He invites us to put our hope and our trust in Him and in His promise to be with us, steadily and constantly as we try each day to walk his way, to speak his truth, to live his life. It is an apt description of the life and commitment of the woman whom we are remembering here.
In her 103 years of life, Sr. Joseph Helen lived through historical and global changes that are impossible for us to imagine. She experienced seismic shifts in Church and state. She witnessed wars and famines on a world scale. Through all of those years she remained steadfastly faithful to the constant core of who she was as an RSC. She was born Dorothy Cunningham in Ballacolla in Portlaoise on 1st July 1908. She was an only girl, with one brother, and was much loved by all. Her childhood and youth reflected the calm ordinariness of children’s lives at that time. Following her degree studies she spent some months caring for her mother who was ill and then secured a job teaching in Mountjoy St. School in Dublin. Her father was not impressed! His comment on hearing of that place was: “It doesn’t sound like much of a job but you like working for the poor and you’ve always been good at it”. She remained there until she entered the Sisters of Charity on 5th October 1931.
In the first reading we are told that God gives strength to the wearied; that those who hope in Yahweh will soar like eagles, run and no grow weary, walk and never tire. That was so true of J. Helen throughout her active life. She was missioned back to Mountjoy St. after her religious profession and taught there for 12 years. Following a year’s further study in Scotland, she went to teach in a Secondary Modern school in Walthamstow in England for a year. And then came the call to be one of our three founding Sisters of the Zambian Region, or Northern Rhodesia as it then was.
In 1948 they set sail, travelling for four weeks by boat – The Athlone Castle – rail, bus and lorry before arriving in Chisekesi Siding on a dark morning on 28th October 1948. Sr. Helen kept a diary of the journey which was printed for the 50th anniversary and which gives a fascinating insight into their journey and how they coped with, what was for them, such a strange and almost ‘alien’ environment.
One can only imagine the anticipation and anxiety, the challenge and the loneliness, the wonder and the doubts that marked that journey and her first months in Zambia. It was a place and people that she came to love and cherish. She committed herself to the education of girls and brought the gift of knowledge and freedom to countless women who still remember her with gratitude and appreciation. There are many past pupils with sad hearts in Zambia at the moment – their sadness at her passing tempered only by their gratitude that she is free from the debilities of her age. And that mourning is echoed this morning among our sisters there in the Region and here in this Chapel in the sisters who lived with her and shared her life for those 30 years.
Her first 15 years in Zambia were spent in the Teacher training college run by the Jesuits and began her work in promoting the education of girls – beginning with the setting up of a girls secondary boarding school in Roma in Lusaka. Nine years later she was appointed Regional Leader and on Independence day 1978 she was conferred with the Order of Distinguished Service for 30 years of outstanding service to the people of Zambia in the fields of Education and Social work.
While she was a formidable woman in many ways, with high standards and expectations, her devotion to her religious life and her commitment to education was recognized and appreciated by all who knew her. She was a strict disciplinarian, spoke the truth without apology and demanded very high standards. At the same time her heart was compassionate and her generosity and hospitality were known and appreciated by all.
Like all of us, Helen has known suffering and joy, tears and laughter, pain and happiness, loneliness and friendship. And she had strong relationships with her friends – too numerous to mention – but exemplified in the love and devotion of Sr. Mary Bernadette Collins and Catherine Fallon. Up to the end she valued and enjoyed her relationships with her nieces, nephews and other family members and followed their lives with interest, with love and with prayer.
In 1978 she was missioned to Ireland and worked on our Constitutions. Subsequently she was appointed as local leader to our community in Crumlin before her appointment to our Provincial Leadership team and consequent arrival here in Our Lady’s Mount in 1981.
Sr. J. Helen’s commitment to Mary Aikenhead’s charism was single-minded and she never compromised on that. The second reading confirms her attitude to life: nothing outweighs the supreme advantage of knowing Christ Jesus. It is only through Him, with Him and in Him that we can find life and happiness and fulfilment. Rooted in that conviction, she endorsed and embraced anything that served the people for whom she cared in a better, more dignified or respectful way.
She suffered in her growing debility and weakness these last years and all of us – family, community, friends and colleagues – were saddened as we watched her suffering and her struggle to cope. In spite of the wonderful, caring staff who surrounded her and the sisters and friends who were her constant support, she had difficult and dispiriting days. Yet she never gave up . Her faith in Providence was the touchstone of her life. In the midst of all her pain and letting-go she was confident that he was with her, holding her, comforting her and in the end, calling her to himself. And when that call came, she yielded her spirit to the Lord, peace-filled, calm and trusting – blest with a death that had no struggle, no pain, no fear. And perhaps I can end with some words of hers, written in the diary of which I spoke, on her arrival in Chikuni: “Now that we have reached our Promised Land we must thank God and Our Lady for our very pleasant and on the whole easy journey which we have had . . . . “ Those words echo, not only the journey to Chikuni, but her life journey, now at its end as she moves, we believe, into the fullness of the Promised land of God’s life and love.