The brass chimes collide. Ding. The sound lingers in the air. It’s high-pitched but not uncomfortably so. I remember.

She reads another name. Ding. It is grounding. I close my eyes. I remember.

She reads another name. Ding. My breath slows. I remember.

She reads another name. Ding. I remember.

She reads another name. Ding. I remember.

She reads another name. Ding. 

I remember.

On this All Souls’ Day, I remember those patients and loved ones who have passed away. I may have touched them, but they also touched me. I remember.