I am thinking about my father during the early morning hours as sleep escapes me.

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No one could say my name the way he could. I hear him say

“Deb”

deep in my mind. My only hope is to hear his voice say it audibly. I feel his presence within my heart although he now exists in the presence of the Lord.

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l am an author, educator, YouTuber, mom, and Christian who speaks the truth. My website is www.Ddeborahmvereen.com. I own the rights to all my stories.

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