After Death

After Death is a story about a dead little girl. On the surface that sounds super morbid and I guess it is. I wrote it many years ago when our son was diagnosed with leukemia. He survived, but many of the other kids we met during his years of therapy did not. I don’t know what happens when we die and anyone that says they do is a liar. Do the dead fear birth as much as the living fear death?

“Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds, For the things that die before their time” Counting Crows