On the evening of Mother’s Day, complex emotions and utter exhaustion induced sleeplessness, my head buzzing with metaphysical possibilities. I’d just finished reading “After This: When Life Is Over, Where Do We Go?” by Claire Bidwell Smith, the pages containing a litany of profound revelations about death and the afterlife. Claire helped me excavate a knowingness from deep within: there is no such thing as death, not in the sense that our souls leave these bodies and we cease to exist. Death is a transformation. There is consciousness after death, even if it looks and feels different than we look and feel while animating a human body.