Death & Metamorphosis: How Death Made Me Live Again

Twins, sisters, best friends

Death, the black-cloaked, hooded, faceless creature of nightmares, has grazed past me with the brush of his boney-fingered caress. The shiver of his phantom caress remains as a reminder of the fragility and magic of life. I’ve seen the creature Death come in the form of the long, agonizing, creeping, slow, tortured death of cancer, consuming and eating away the beautiful body of a person I love and…