My sister, Donna, is a one of a kind. She not only has a remarkable memory, but knows every family member’s name, their birthday, wedding anniversary, their spouses and children’s names, and when they graduated from school. She is the one that greets each person at our family reunion by their first name, as my brother, Lee, my sister, Emma, and I just say, “Hello,” and smile. I must mention that our family is well over four hundred strong with at least one hundred or more attending our annual reunion.
She is our go-to gal when we remember something significant that happened in the past but just can’t pull out the date. As I am getting older, I find myself calling her quite frequently for dates of things, I should remember. Donna actually wrote the birthdays, wedding anniversaries, graduation dates and whatever date she thought I would need in a lovely datebook, which I can’t seem to find. She is amazing!
This story is not just about my sister’s memory, it’s much more than that. It is about a woman with a big heart, who cares about each person she meets. It is about the birthday cards she sends out to immediate family and close friends. It is about the call she makes when someone is sick, and the encouragement she gives. My sister always ends her calls with, “Call me if you need anything.”
Donna didn’t always have a comfortable life. When she was six years old, she had a severe hip injury and had to wear a brace for three and one-half years. I remember it well. Donna had to put her leg down through two heavy metal pieces attached to a not so nice looking shoe. The top of the brace went partway around the side of her hip. She had to keep the pair on from the time she got out of bed until it was time for dreamland again. Dad had to carry her to bed each and every night. My younger sister would cry because the brace was so bulky for such a tiny girl to have to maneuver for several hours a day. But she persevered and for the most part, was her happy-go-lucky self. I was thirteen when she wore her brace and remembered how sad I felt for this precious sister of mine.
My sister married and had two sons. She also had several stepchildren who called her Mom, although they did not live with her. There is a lot I could write about in this part of my story, but out of respect for my sister’s late husband and sons, I will just say that once again, she persevered.
Donna lived back a dirt lane, very close to our parent’s home. When our father became very ill, she was there. In fact, she was there every day, and for that, I will always be grateful. Dad’s passing was hard on all of us, especially Donna.
About ten years ago, I noticed my sister had put on a considerable amount of weight. I also saw that her stomach was taking on a different shape. Whenever I asked her about it, she would say she was alright, and change the subject. I continued to ask until she told me that she did not feel well, but could not go to a specialist because of her inadequate insurance. This was not acceptable to me. I thought long and hard about her situation, and one night, I took her needs into my own hands. After my husband went to bed, I emailed three local hospitals. I used the ” Contact Us” box and poured my heart out. As I clicked the send button, I wasn’t sure if I would even get a reply. I just had to try. Much to my surprise, Lehigh Valley Hospital responded to my plea and gave me the best news of the day. They wanted to help my sister and that they did. It turned out that Donna had a hernia the size of a beach ball, and all her intestines were inside. A long story short, Donna had a complicated operation, and it was a success. We were all thankful for the team of doctors who helped Donna.
Donna’s husband was diagnosed with lung cancer a few years later. My sweet sister stayed by his side until his dying day.
A few years later, Donna fell in love and married a wonderful man who treats her like a queen. They live very close to me in a small ranch that they bought; I love it.
December 11, 2015, my sweet sister had a heart attack, and now the owner of three stents. Donna attends Cardiology Rehabilitation three times a week. Although my sister is still tired, she is doing well. Today, I had to pick her up after her class. I saw first hand how hard she was working. Three ladies came up to me and asked if I was her sister. I replied, “Yes,” as they continued to tell me how sweet she is, and how much they like her. I just smiled.
My sister has taught me so many things. She is my beacon. Her love for others, her perseverance, and her gratitude for everything, whether big or small, shines in the hearts, of everyone she meets. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for the woman, my sister, who touches everyone’s heart. She deserves the best that life has to offer. They say, how we treat other’s comes back to us. If that is the case, the love that Donna gives will come back a thousandfold.
So, dear readers, who are you grateful for today? Who shines in your heart?
My name is Cynthia Jean DeLuca. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. I believe in following your dreams and never giving up! Helping others is very important to me, for when we help others, we help ourselves. It is my hope to make a difference in the lives of children and grown-ups. My hobbies are writing, quilting and painting. I am a novice at all three but, enjoy them immensely. I grew up on a farm with no indoor plumbing and no heat in our upstairs. I love life and have a very strong faith. Working on inspirational short stories for grown- ups. Love to speak on topics that touch my heart.
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