Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The Hospital and Five Senses of Memories

I went to the hospital this afternoon. The hospital that has been both heaven and hell for my family in the past three years. Each corner of the hospital has brought memories back.

I smelled everything, the familiar smell of disinfectant, vitamins, surgical gloves and IV. I heard unspoken screams and silent whispers.There was a pain in my chest as I see anxious faces,both of the patients and their companions. I could feel the energy of life, of those trying to hold on and of those who want to leave. From there, I saw myself.

I saw myself trying to hold back tears, as I bring IV, blood bags, packs of medicine and hospital letters. I saw myself arriving from an ambulance. And then, I saw my father.