It was early Monday morning when I got the call. A frantic call. A call that would change and break my heart. The caller, my brother-in-law, short words; she is in the ambulance, they can’t revive her. That was all. “They can’t revive her.” Stunned, what was happening? My youngest sister? No, it can’t be!
Got up, wandered around in a fog, washed up, sipped coffee, got dressed, then stopped. What? I don’t understand. Husband heated up the car, got in, seatbelt on, stunned, looked out the window, prayed, begged, felt queasy, be strong, tears meandering, getting closer, texted brother, second floor, dropped off at the door, rushed to the elevator, door opened, pushed button, door closed-door opened, turned corner and there they were, tears streaming, hugs of comfort, and hearts breaking.
Then the news, massive heart attack, two arteries fixed, two damaged beyond repair, tears, sugar number off the chart, hugs and more tears, her life would change, then the wait, be strong for them, more hugs, when can we see her?
A nurse walks out, she is in her room, we walk back through the wide open door, turn right then left, wait for a minute, there she is, machines, machines, machines, a breathing tube down, cords, beeps, nurse, checking, attaching, blankets, icing, cooling her down, silent tears, shaking, praying, and begging again.
Touched her arm, it’s me, love you, dear God, heal her, make her whole. I love you, holding back the tears, then stepping out to cry my eyes out. Back to the waiting room, spot Donna through the window, hurry to the elevator, push the button, the door closes, the door opens, double time to the revolving door, there she is, need to prepare her, tears start streaming. It’s not good, hugs, then to the elevator, push the button, hurry, the door opened, the door closes, turn, then in the midst of hugs and tears again.
Brother, two sisters, hugging, tears streaming, go through the wide doors, turn right, turn left, walk the short distance, enter, hold on to my sister, sobs softly. How did this happen? Life is so fragile.
Then the Chaplin enters, gather around, anointed her head, prayed for her healing, prayed for our strength. Dear Lord, hear our prayer.
Long day, swollen eyes, broken heart, holding on to hope, head for home, exhausted. Dear Lord, hear my prayer.
Then today, the same as yesterday. Start with a prayer, then a quick breakfast, shower, head off to my sister, hoping for a change. Arrive, head to the elevator, push the button, the door opens, the door closes, turn left and there they are just a few. Then I head back through the wide doors, turn right, then left, at the door, no change.
In a while, I go back alone, wanting to talk to my baby sister. It was a good talk, a do you remember, talk, funny parts, I love you, you are beautiful, be brave, be strong, come back to us, you are important to me, I need you, we all need you, I am so proud to be your sister. Then I prayed and pleaded with God to show his mercy. I asked for a miracle for a woman who loved her family and grandchildren. A woman who loved to read, laugh and football. A woman who made a difference in many lives, especially mine.
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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