My daughter is gone but her legacy lives through her writing and phage therapy

“Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?”

That line from the musical “Hamilton” inspires me to keep telling the story of my daughter Mallory. She died two years ago Friday at the age of 25, two months after receiving a transplant to replace both of her lungs, which had been ravaged by cystic fibrosis and an infection that no drugs could eradicate.