What Happens After You Die: Forty Years at the Bedside

Thu, 07 May 2026 06:00:00 -0500

A man I’ll call Richard asked me, on a Tuesday afternoon in his living room, what I thought was on the other side.

He was seventy-six. Retired electrician. Hands like worn leather, still strong, resting on the arm of a recliner that had conformed to his shape over fifteen years. His wife, June, was in the kitchen making coffee neither of us would drink. The hospice nurse had come that morning. He had three weeks left, maybe four. He knew it. I knew it. June was still negotiating with it, which is her right and her way.

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