My grandpa was in hospital the day that he died and two hours before he passed away I was there with him. He was constantly looking at the ceiling when there was nothing there, at least for me. I don’t know what he was seeing but I was sure that something was there. I can’t accept that life ends with death.
Thomas Edison's last words were "It's very beautiful over there". I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.