Wailing!

The sound of wailing relatives does it to me every time.
Women and men alike. Here on the Hospital grounds, everyday. On my way to work
of a morning, on my way home of an afternoon, mid-morning, mid-afternoon,
always and at least once a day.

Picture the hospital grounds, sick people coming and going,
a coffin being delivered or collected, grieving family and friends, men and
women sitting circle and then the sound of crying and sobbing. The sound of
pain and loss. Gets to me everytime. 

Somehow this sounds works it way in, slowly but surely to my
very core, to a place in my stomach and center. And as the sound travels way
down deep, something within is upset, shaken, heaved, displaced. My own pain,
my own grief, my own loss.