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I walked up to my dying fathers hospital bed and took his hand and said hello father and was surprised when, from his gaunt face came the clear innocent voice of a young boy. The boy who herded sheep with his father. I was astonished and listened with wonder, eyes filling with tears and a small grasp of wonder almost escaped my lips. The light in the room became pure and bright and a stunning summer day lay in Gods splendor outside my fathers hospital room. It was