Ward number 13. Under the hospital's emergency department, this ward provides 24/7 patient care. Ward No. 13 was my unexpected destination that day as a friend of mine suddenly fell ill on Saturday. My friend was admitted at 1 am. At around 3 o'clock in the night, when his condition was somewhat stable, for the first time I had the opportunity to glance at the entire ward. At 3 am, though there is no such thing as eerie silence in the hospital, now the atmosphere is somewhat calm.
After some time, a sudden sound of crying came from the next room. A few intern doctors rushed over. Then some more time. All the doctors came out together. This time I understood what happened by the sound of the blubbering of a girl.
Calling "brother" can be so touching!!
The crazy sister is calling her just lost brother. I don't know if he wants to say anything in response to the cries of loved ones who have to leave by the inexorable rule of death. But in the heart of the loved ones who have been left behind, countless memories are moving for no reason. Maybe the sister remembers the story of the first kite flying learned by her brother, the memory of the small tree, sitting on her neck and picking mangoes, the memory of being caught while secretly reading his secret diary, how many more...
The last stage of life may be held here. The end of many lives, some are apparently meaningful, and some are not. So many people are waiting for death here. Thousand of ways of atonement are here. How many more arrangements of passing this worldly life!!!!
Here death is seen very closely. Realizes the value of one's actions. The heart is filled with the satisfaction of being healthy. Life is not colored but wants to arrange the balance of colors. And remember, "Then you will deny any of your Creator's blessings?"
A night in the hospital calms the perception, the water image of the real meaningful life gives it so perfectly in the mind's eye, brings a stillness to the tone of regret, and brings a breaking tide of heart-filled calmness.