My dad seemed ten feet tall when I was just a kid, and if you asked me who my hero was I'd quickly tell you it was him. He must have had a thousand stories I must have heard a million times, but I'll never forget as long as I live, the two of us kneeling down that day - him teaching me to pray. He said, "It's not far from here to Jesus, His loving arms are open wide. Close your eyes and He will lead you safely to His side. There's no need for you to fear Him, you can trust Him with your heart. It's not far, it's not far" I couldn't help but wonder how the years have gone so fast, with every breath dad fought to take, I knew could be his last. As we gathered round his bedside, and fumbled through what we would say, I bowed my head and began to cry, and whispered in his ear my last goodbye. I said: "It's not far from here to Jesus, His loving arms are open wide, close your eyes and He will lead safely to His side. Now you can hear Him 'cause you trusted Him with your heart. It's not far, it's not far" There is no distance from the love of God, He's always there to hear our prayer and answer when we call. It's not far from here to Jesus, to Him, Dad went!