near-death experiences, or NDEs, had become a reading interest of mine. One night, I climbed into bed with yet another book full of testimonies, eager to hear more about the things my deceased dad might have been experiencing in heaven. Maybe I’d find just the right story to help me imagine him in that unimaginable place. I settled into bed next to my husband, Larry.
Dad had died only a few months earlier, but in truth he’d been gone from me for much longer. Living with dementia in his final years, he was very different from the man I’d known all my life.
I leaned against the headboard and opened my book. I thought. I took great comfort in that, but I yearned
