The soul of another patient moved on to the next phase of its journey.
We had moved like a well-rehearsed ballet with pointed dedication prior to its departure.
The body and soul separated despite the coordinated efforts.
Sometimes life just ends.
The task began to return the room to its previous state for the next patient.
No one tells us to do this.
It is understood.
Except on this day we had a witness.
She was trained.
She did her job.
She had not yet felt the emotions that arise when you see death's process for the first time.
What she felt filled the trauma center room.
Her power called forth the memories of when each of us were the first witness.
For a brief moment we remembered.
For a brief moment we shared and connected.
For a brief moment we brought back to life those who were tragically lost,
yet carried with us forever.
For a brief moment,
until we understood
without anyone telling us
to go get the next patient.