Obituary for Cindi Hait
Cynthia “Cindi” Hait
November 12, 1948 - April 5, 2023
Cynthia “Cindi” Hait, 74, of Anderson, S.C., passed away on April 5, 2023.
She was born in Poughkeepsie, NY, the daughter of William and Dena Carson. Cindi graduated from Arlington High School, received her nursing degree at Dutchess Community College and later pursued a Bachelor of Arts from SUNY New Paltz while working fulltime. She was incredibly proud of her nursing career and the many friends she made while working at Sharon Hospital in Sharon, Conn. She was grateful for those same friends and the Sharon Hospital community, who later cared for her as she bravely fought breast cancer and the effects of the disease for 33 years.
Cindi enjoyed visiting family and spending time with her grandchildren in New Hampshire and South Carolina. One of her favorite memories was participating in the 60-mile, three-day Avon Breast Cancer Walk in Atlanta with her daughter, Shannon.
More recently, Cindi’s ideal afternoon was spent sitting in the sunshine in the backyard, watching the birds with her cat, Stella, by her side. She was known for her delicious homemade macaroni and cheese, broccoli and cheddar soup, and chicken salad – and for her obsession with national politics. Her family lovingly jokes that it’s possible her heart just couldn’t take the excitement of the recent news cycle (wink).
She spent her final year in Anderson, living near one of her daughters. She was so happy to make this move, as it was a longtime goal to be closer to family and experience warmer weather year-round. Before the move, she lived in Pine Plains, NY, surrounded by a wonderfully supportive community and friends that went above and beyond to take care of her and her family as she battled cancer.
Cindi is survived by her husband, Larry, who was by her side for 54 years. She is also survived by her children, Larry Hait, and his partner, Lorraine Hoffman; Shannon Hait and her husband, Tom Winkopp; and Marci Stone and her husband, Christopher Stone; as well as her grandchildren Pelletier and Sheppard Winkopp, and Keenan and Layney Stone.
A celebration of her life will be held at a later date.
In lieu of flowers, her family requests that donations be made in Cindi’s honor, and in gratitude for the years she gained after a critical, experimental bone marrow transplant at Duke University Hospital in 1990, to the Duke Cancer Institute by visiting www.dukecancerinstitute.org/give.
Cindi was a warrior. She carried a copy of William Ernest Henley’s poem, “Invictus,” to Duke University Hospital and kept the worn and carefully folded paper in her bedside drawer until the end. These words will forever remind us of the courage and willfulness with which she lived.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
November 12, 1948 - April 5, 2023
Cynthia “Cindi” Hait, 74, of Anderson, S.C., passed away on April 5, 2023.
She was born in Poughkeepsie, NY, the daughter of William and Dena Carson. Cindi graduated from Arlington High School, received her nursing degree at Dutchess Community College and later pursued a Bachelor of Arts from SUNY New Paltz while working fulltime. She was incredibly proud of her nursing career and the many friends she made while working at Sharon Hospital in Sharon, Conn. She was grateful for those same friends and the Sharon Hospital community, who later cared for her as she bravely fought breast cancer and the effects of the disease for 33 years.
Cindi enjoyed visiting family and spending time with her grandchildren in New Hampshire and South Carolina. One of her favorite memories was participating in the 60-mile, three-day Avon Breast Cancer Walk in Atlanta with her daughter, Shannon.
More recently, Cindi’s ideal afternoon was spent sitting in the sunshine in the backyard, watching the birds with her cat, Stella, by her side. She was known for her delicious homemade macaroni and cheese, broccoli and cheddar soup, and chicken salad – and for her obsession with national politics. Her family lovingly jokes that it’s possible her heart just couldn’t take the excitement of the recent news cycle (wink).
She spent her final year in Anderson, living near one of her daughters. She was so happy to make this move, as it was a longtime goal to be closer to family and experience warmer weather year-round. Before the move, she lived in Pine Plains, NY, surrounded by a wonderfully supportive community and friends that went above and beyond to take care of her and her family as she battled cancer.
Cindi is survived by her husband, Larry, who was by her side for 54 years. She is also survived by her children, Larry Hait, and his partner, Lorraine Hoffman; Shannon Hait and her husband, Tom Winkopp; and Marci Stone and her husband, Christopher Stone; as well as her grandchildren Pelletier and Sheppard Winkopp, and Keenan and Layney Stone.
A celebration of her life will be held at a later date.
In lieu of flowers, her family requests that donations be made in Cindi’s honor, and in gratitude for the years she gained after a critical, experimental bone marrow transplant at Duke University Hospital in 1990, to the Duke Cancer Institute by visiting www.dukecancerinstitute.org/give.
Cindi was a warrior. She carried a copy of William Ernest Henley’s poem, “Invictus,” to Duke University Hospital and kept the worn and carefully folded paper in her bedside drawer until the end. These words will forever remind us of the courage and willfulness with which she lived.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.