A friend was staying with my mother and I. He slept in my back bedroom, alone. He woke up and said there was a man standing next to the bed the man was, according to my friend, swirling a glass with Pepsi and Jack Daniels in it. He looked at my friend and said 'Hi my name is Herb.' When my friend told me this story he didn't know much about my father except he had been dead for several years. He most certqinly did not Know that his nick name was Herb My friend never came and spent the night with us again, but there is a satisfaction in knowing that my father is watching over me. How it changed my life:I have always felt a sence of comfort knowing that my father is looking over me.
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