When I Held My Uncle’s Hand After Death: What I Saw Changed How I Understand Life and God
When I Held My Uncle’s Hand After Death: What I Saw Changed How I Understand Life and God Death is something we all know will happen, yet nothing truly prepares you for the moment it arrives right in front of your eyes. I never imagined that one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life would happen in a quiet hospital room, holding my uncle’s hand, long after the doctors had said he was gone. When the machines were finally disconnected and the doctors gently said the words, “He’s dead,” everything felt unreal. I did not cry immediately. I did not scream. I simply stayed there. I kept holding his hand. His fingers were still wrapped around mine, as if he did not want to let go. What shocked me most was that his hand was still warm. Not the warmth of memory or imagination, but real warmth. His body did not look lifeless. He looked peaceful, calm, like someone taking a deep rest after a long, exhausting journey. For several minutes—maybe three or four—I stayed there wat...