My Dad meets My Father

First of all Happy New Year. I'm going to start this entry with some back story. My uncle (dad's brother) was a rough man. Trust me, I've got stories. But I cannot and will not badmouth my uncle. I loved him very much and have tons of fond memories of him. Anyway, he had gotten very sick. He had lung cancer and already had some of each lung removed a couple of years before. With all this he never quit smoking. He knew his time was coming to an end. We visited with him frequently his last few months witnessing to the point of being shunned somewhat. We would walk in and he would start tearing up and tell us he didn't want to hear that mess today (talking about the gospel). He said there was no way God could forgive him for the things he had done. He was on oxygen and stayed alone. He would often fall asleep on the couch watching westerns. One night he woke up and lit a cigarette with the oxygen still in and boom. It caught fire and almost made it back to the machine. It severely burnt the insides of his throat all the way to his lungs. He had always told his brothers and sisters to make sure they didn't put him on any tubes to keep him alive. We were in UNC hospital in Chapel Hill sitting in a room with my dad, stepmom, 3 aunts and uncles, one doctor, and a lady "Chaplin" (read 1 Timothy Chapter 2). I didn't want to let him go without me knowing he was saved. As I argued with the doctor the "Chaplin" tells me that there are many different ways to get to heaven. I blurted the only thing that came to mind. John 14:6 Jesus said I am the way, the truth, and the life no man comes to the Father but by me. Anyway I lost the argument and the family honored the wishes of my uncle. I held his hand right up until his last breath. We had gone over the way of salvation earlier and before he died I could almost see a peace in his eyes and he acted like he wanted to tell me something right up until the end. I guess we'll see someday. Now to the point. I had been planting seeds with my dad for 10+ years beginning at my wedding. After the funeral, about a week later, on a Monday evening after getting home from work my wife tells me there's something my dad wants to tell me. So I called him and asked what's up. He says guess what I did last night. What I asked. My dad proceeds to tell me how he went up to the alter and got saved. After his brothers death he had been secretly attending church services at a church over by his house. He's been a different man ever since and I feel closer to him than ever. I'm so thankful that our God is a retroactive God that's not bound by time. Thank you Jesus.