Dark Horse Comics Blog | December 9, 2013
I held my mother’s hand as cancer severed the last threads of her life. In that moment, her heart stopped beating—and mine broke. And beyond the clicking of IVs administering useless painkillers, and the humming of monitors with nothing left to monitor, I could hear music. In my head, that hospital room was full of music. It was tragic, powerful, and dark, and would redefine my life from that day forward…Read full article