What question will Jesus ask you when you die?

This is a relationship question. When you die what question will Jesus ask you? This is the question that Fr. John posed to the many listeners at the funeral service of my friend Cindy Sophia, today.
The church was filled to capacity on a Saturday mind you. And a lovely day here in New England. It was fitting that it should be so for a lovely lady Cindy who deserved the very best "send off."
I wonder if she knew how many beautiful flowers surrounded her casket amongst the green grass and sunny sky with a hint here and there of foliage. Still fresh in my mind the smell of incense and the cross sprinkled over the wood-like structure which contained my friend, which was all done in three's. Then came the wheat, which we are all familiar with.
There were no tears for her today, I was at peace, because of the dream I had. I was in a large mansion, with many rooms being escorted around. Such beauty I could not imagine. No furniture, no cars. Just a knowledge of water, but none visible. The natural foundation was made of clay like sand, beige, light blue and pink stone. The feeling was happy and then I saw him. He was a child about five who had been ill with what looked like the measles, but he insisted he had the mumps. I laughed saying he didn't look like he had the mumps. Then I realized that he was talking in a language I did not know, yet understood. He had died but was very much alive. Someone else was with us translating for him, yet I understood him without understanding how. Next, we were in another large room and he was sitting on the floor with a towel or something like it over his head and he turned to me saying, "get out." I knew I didn't belong there. I woke up, thinking "in My kingdom there are many mansions".
Yes, sometimes I have strange dreams. This dream was a tie in to the message of Fr. John when he said last night at the funeral home, that God was not through with Cindy, yet. This was just but a beginning for her. I'm convinced that this is true.
I recall that she was ready to meet Jesus, and when Fr. John said that one question that Jesus will ask all of us: "Do You Love Me?" No doubt in my mind that since I'd encountered that same question thirty years ago, while in church, and that He asked that same question to Saint Peter, that He indeed will ask each and every one of us the same one. Because we do, we will tell of our deeds. Cindy, loved Jesus. The Icon which was to the left of her casket, was the one of Jesus saying, "I am the Resurrection." He is the only way to life. (period). How appropriate, I thought.
We sang over and over, Memory Eternal, and I realized the many times she would sing it for others while a choir member. I wondered if she knew how many people loved her, just the way she was.