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“My son, there are nights when I don't even ask for anything specific; I just hold you in my thoughts and trust Heaven to take care of what my hands can no longer reach. It's a good kind of ache in my chest, a certainty that wherever you walk, there’s a higher power smoothing the ground so you won't stumble. Did you know my talks with God always end with your name?”