My sister was diagnosed with cancer in October, 2005, and she fought the disease for five more years before it spread to her brain. In November of 2009, the doctors told her she had six months to live. Only three months had gone by when I got the call from my mom, "Come to the hospital as quickly as you can." I could hear that she had been crying. I didn't ask her what had happened, I already knew, Tina had passed away. I remember not being able to say anything and my legs going limp as I fell to the floor, my heart felt like it would stop at any moment. It seems like I was there on the floor crying for an eternity.
I don't remember too much about the ride to the hospital. It was like I was in a black cloud. Like the whole world had been put on pause and I was the only one in it, racing down the thruway to get to the hospital. It was raining outside. I remember wondering if the rain drops were tears from Tina, who was now an angel in heaven.
I pulled into the parking garage at the hospital crying. I remember being angry with God, I couldn't understand why God would take my sister from me, she wasn't a bad person. She was so young, only 38 years old. She had six children that needed her. "Why her? " I asked God. I begged God to let this all be a terrible dream, that when I got into the hospital Tina would be alive and cancer free. That she would be able to come home and everything would be like it was before she was diagnosed with cancer. .
As I walked into the hospital, the only thing I hear is the piano playing in the lobby. The music was so beautiful that I started crying. Just a few weeks earlier tammy and I had stopped there, we thought it was weird that the piano played music by itself. I remembered her saying she wondered if the angels of people who had died at the hospital, were playing the music. We laughed and then she looked at me with tears in her eyes. She said, "When I die I am going to come and play it for you.