Seeing Forgiveness as Arrogance

I am sitting at the beach before sunrise having undigested thoughts.Got the call an hour ago that my father will likely die today. I thought of forgiving him for the things he did in his life that I found offensive. But if I believe we each came here as co-creators or co-conspirators, then "who am I" to offer forgiveness? Presumably I, my large self, wanted these experiences, these opportunities. So gratefulness more than forgiveness seems to be the order of the day.Besides, I long ago digested these experiences, and carry no grudges of which I am aware. No need to be fearful for Dad departing.