It was very late at night and April was standing by the bed of Stuart Harwood. The walls were covered with pictures of his family and drawings form his youngest grand daughter. It was hard to believe this was the same man who had walked out on his fist two children over 60 years ago. But now his eldest sat out in the hall with her own daughter her hart filled with love and forgiveness for her dieing father.

He wasn't away and hadn't been for sometime. It was clear he would pass any moment. As she listened to him breath she knew he would soon be at peace. Then with a last great sigh his soul left his body. Gently they looked down at his body. It was the body of an old man who had lived a long life full of adventure, wonderful stories, beautiful art, and a lot of love. Softly they heard the voice of one of his grand daughter. "We love you, We will miss you, But we know it is time and are ready for you to go."

With his families blessings he took Aprils hand. "You'll look after them wont you?"

"Where you are going you can look after them. I'll help look after you and your work." Replied April.

And then she guided him to he beach where her walked in to the water and as the tide pulled the waves out to sea he was taken to heaven.