a room for the dying & the living / the art of crying

me and my classmates are assigned in the delivery ward. even if i've been in the delivery and nursery ward before, i am still fascinated to watch how a mother gives birth to a child. "baby boy out at 3:30pm!" shouts by the obstetrician. a violent cry from the baby was heard from all over the room. after the baby was carried out in the nursery room for futher observation and render temporary "mother's care", a man shouts just outside the door where a few steps away was the I.C.U.
(intensive care unit). we thought it was just a loud cry but it wasnt. series of shouts and crying are yet to be heared. then it finally stopped. to my concern, i noticed the nursery room was filled with colors of baby pink and blue. lively linings of mint green can be noticed. the room is very uplifting for the newborns!then it was time for our break. i went outside to go down to the stairs leading the way to the canteen. but i was surprised that some people are outside the i.c.u department. comotion was on the stairs. crying and weaping. that was the time i noticed something went wrong inside the i.c.u. after my break, i stop by to talk to a student on duty in the i.c.u. and i knew it... someone just died because of dengue. the student added that the patient was only 15 years old girl. that day, i tried to cope up the fact that it was all a part of our life. i see the joys of every individual from the delivery room. the tears from every mom's eyes that glorifies the life they have cared for almost 9 months. yung ma ipanganak lang tayo ng ating ina ay napaka ganda ng regalo para sa atin ng diyos.
and yet at the other room, an opposite of events are taking place. accepting the fact that someone you cared for is gone just like that is so hard... are we going to consider that as weekness? i really dont understand why people cry. on how it has being triggered. it is beyond a mans deepest emotions that we cry in a certain event like lost,joy, sadness, loneliness, anger and some in the times of fear.