I answered, "I forgive you. You did the best you could." He said, "Just not always what I should." I told him, "God loves me and loves you too." He said, "That's just dandy Hon, for you." I explained, "Knowing Jesus has turned my world around." He danced back a bit and gave a frown. I hugged him. "Happy 80th Birthday. I love you Dad." With a squeeze he said, "That really makes me glad." And then he was gone. No lingering, weakening, time for readiness... just gone. Too late for me to ask, "Will I meet you in heaven?" Too late to force the choice. Too late to avoid wondering. "Did you know enough for the gift of heaven, or just too much to miss hell!"