Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1 or any of the characters in it. I only own my fantasies.
Death is a curious thing
In my line of work there is nothing worse. There is no greater failure than to watch someone die.
To my friends and colleagues death is somewhat a grey area. It is sometimes the mission – to kill. It is sometimes the condition – kill or be killed. And sometimes, it is the tragedy.
Like today.
To have lived so many years believing that there was no greater failure than dearth seems foolish now. I have spent my whole life trying to prevent it, yet now that it is here, I wonder whether it would have been better to let all those many soldiers I have seen over the years, go.
For death, it would seem, is much less than the end, so much more than the clichéd afterlife. Not ascension as such, but an ascension of self, nonetheless. A liberation from physicality and the boundaries that tie us to this world, but with an overwhelming sense of who were and who we may now become.
I am Janet Fraiser. Doctor, mother and friend. Not even death can take that away from me.