He wasn’t alone. Figures moved in the distance, half-remembered faces that felt like home. A woman approached—his grandmother, who had passed when he was seven. She didn't look old or frail; she looked like a memory of summer.
Elias looked down. He had no weight, no pain, and no fear. Behind him, he could see a shimmering veil. Through it, he saw a hospital room where doctors moved in frantic, silent slow-motion around a body that looked like a discarded coat. "Am I dead?" Elias asked. Life After Life
Please give me some proof/story to suggest afterlife may be real He wasn’t alone