Friday, July 3, 2020
Our Dearest Nina,
I’ve asked your dear daughter Alex to read this message from your friends, who’ve all known you for various amounts of time periods: some since your childhood, many from your Wall Street years, and all of those who’ve met you during your journey through what we all call, life.
Nina, you’ve left your indelible mark on all of us. Your friends, the male-dominated world of Wall Street, and on Planet Earth.
There will never be another Christine Wainwright; the intelligent, witty, funny-as-heck, woman, who also had heart, sensitivity, and could also expose her vulnerabilities to those who knew you. That is why we loved you! Yes, your wonderful flair for entertaining in your beautiful, perfectly appointed home, with pool and gardens, in Princeton, or your Fifth Avenue, NYC apartment, was unparalleled, but it was those times when you were sad, or badly disappointed in what went wrong in a relationship, that you shared with your closest friends that endeared us all, to you.
You’ve been described as a ‘force of nature’, ‘larger than life’, ‘a force to be reckoned with’; just a few of the reactions to your passage.
Sadly, it was the aggressive cancer, known as Glioblastoma, that finally stole you from all of us. You gave it your best fight; enduring multiple surgeries, rounds of Chemotherapy, and a lifetime’s worth of Radiation, all so you could eek out more time, with Alex, your God-sent, beautiful daughter, Skip, and your loving friends who’ve made time to spend with you before you left this world.
Nina, there are just too many funny stories, encounters with you, that would make this service to honor your legacy, way too long. But suffice it to say that, if you had a middle name, other that Henry, it would be ‘Flatulence’. That’s not irreverent, even in a church setting, for even Jesus passed gas, while he was a human on this earth. Yes, I had to throw that in here, knowing you would approve.
Your legacy from your Wall Street days is unparalleled, and unforgettable: ‘I’ll take the page’, and regaling the Trading desk with stories about ‘The Crippler’, were just a couple of those that have left their indelible mark, in the typically male-dominated environment. Until the tall, stunning blond, with long legs and towering heels, and short skirts, arrived and made their mark, the likes of which would never be seen again. Spending time with you was always: ‘Abbondanza’!
Nina, you’d been an amazing daughter, to your namesake, Christine Henry Wainwright, who left this world, in 1999. You adored ‘Poop’ as you called her, but no sweeter relationship existed than yours with your Mother.
The same occurred with your God-sent daughter, Alex, who now, at the tender age of 21, must find her way in the world, without you, her Rock, and guiding force in her life. I’ve told her this experience of losing you, will make her stronger. That she’ll be the next force to be reckoned with; able to handle anything that comes her way; just like you.
Finally, Nina, we could have all used your power of organization to pull together the hundreds of details necessary to put together even this simple service, for you, our dear Nina
We will all miss the presence of you, in your physical form, on this earth. We are comforted to know that you are now ‘present with our Lord’, and out of pain, from surgeries, Chemo and Radiation. You’ve fought your brave fight. It is finished. Please, Rest in Peace’. We’ll always love and remember you, Debbie Grosser, Beth Covin, Alison Starkey, Leslie Ross, Robyn Trause, Christine Curnan, Pam Flick, Rosalind Myerson, Connie Cornish, Ellen Baber, Ellen Vickers, Anne Punzak,Barbara Germain, Ken Ambrecht, Austin Troy, Gerry Weston, Rick Rieder, Bart McDade, George Haywood, and a multitude of your other friends.
