I can see the entrance with my binoculars (not literally) but I need you to find the keys. For since I’ve been gone I’ve traveled close to up here but your actions are the ones that will open these gates. I know some of the lessons I taught you should have been scrubbed out but I hope other footnotes are still kept in your soul. I receive a credit not only for what I did when I was with you but for what I left behind for your to accomplish while I’m gone. So please tell your mother that you love her, put away the wash, help that neighbor with their groceries, maybe even give Uncle Teddy the call I should have made, and boom the doors will suddenly have me walking through. For heaven isn’t only dependent on who has left but the loved ones left behind.