primal belly fire There are many ways we experience shock and grief; I have been present for many. But there was something raw in the primal screams of the mother who held the lifeless body her son in the basement. For nine long minutes I listened as she wailed and cried out for him. I tried to comfort the mother, to no avail. As she broke apart, I waited, holding myself still as stone. When I disconnected the line, I felt myself come apart too. I am a mother. I held tight to my son that evening and willed the sounds of her screams away from inside my own head. 101126 what's it to you? who go blather from