Cynthia Gay Hinchey

Cynthia Gay Hinchey, a beautiful child of God, was called home June 2, 2013 after a long fought battle with Multiple Sclerosis. Cynthia was born to Bill & Joyce Gay May 1, 1961 in Port Arthur, Texas and grew up in Pasadena, Texas, graduating from Sam Rayburn High School in 1979. She went on to Texas State University, where she graduated with a BA in Home Economics in 1983. Moving back to Houston, she was subsequently employed in the marketing and art department of the Houston Sports Association at the Astrodome from 1983-1991. In October of 1991 she married Marc Hinchey and they made their home near Cleveland, Texas for seven years before returning to Houston in 1998.

Cynthia was a talented potter, writer, and painter and marketed her creations through her own company, "Cynsations by Cyn”. Her pottery exhibit at the 1998 Houston International Festival was chosen "Best of Show." Despite being disabled with MS, she continued to make art and participated in the "Healing Arts" program of Art League Houston. She was a great believer in the healing power of art and always signed communications "In the Spirit of Creativity." She also served as an advocate for newly diagnosed MS patients for several years.

She leaves behind her husband, Marc Hinchey, parents, Bill & Joyce Gay, brother, Keith Gay (Elizabeth), step-daughter, Brianna Hinchey (Michael), grandson, Aiden Stockton, niece and nephew, Hannah and Ehren Gay, extended family and many, many friends.

A memorial service for Cynthia has been scheduled for 10 am Saturday June 15th at Zion Lutheran Church, 3606 Beauchamp, Houston, Texas, 77009.

Donations in her memory may be given to Art League Houston, 1953 Montrose, and Houston, Texas, 77007 or to Zion Lutheran Church.

Division

by Cynthia Hinchey

My life is divided.

To before and after.

An innocent now challenged.

Now forever changed.

Numbness is now a struggle to move.

Heaviness beyond imagining

In my body,

mind,

soul.

Two words spoken create the division.

Each day after is a mystery.

How will it show itself?

Always inside me.

Silently consuming...yet teaching me

Patience? Acceptance?

Blessing? Curse?

It is both.