Less Than Perfect

I was sleeping, and awoke to my father standing in the doorway. "Dad what are you doing here?" He replied, "Pat, the man upstairs let me come down and talk to you." I said, Dad, you are looking real good. Heaven must agree with you." He smiled. It took many tears after my Father's death to see him smile at me in my heart the way I saw it that night in the dream. You see, I lived a life that was, to say the least, Less Than Perfect. We all feel this way at one time or another. No big deal, right? Well, not in my case. See, I had a soul sickness. It was like a cancer eating at my insides, and it affected every part of my life, along with everybody that was a part of it.