He put his face down beside his father's on the pillow.
"Dad, I understand," he whispered.

"I know now what God is like.

He is like you, dad.

He gave himself for us, as you, dad, have given yourself all these years for me." He was sobbing, but very quietly.
"Forgive me, dad; I'm not crying.

I'm just thinking about God and you.
Oh, dad, you are both wonderful! Wonderful!" "Barry, my boy, tell them.