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Every Friday at 5:15, I call to order Dad’s favorite fish fry. All I need to tell the hostess is my name and she knows: 1 fried cod, extra tarter, extra slaw to go. When I take it to Dad’s, I pour him an O’doul’s and we sit and talk and catch up on the week.

On this particular Friday, I had had a remarkable meeting that week and when I told Dad about it he told me that he had spent the day praying for me.

I asked him how you spend a day praying for someone and he said, “It’s hard…things come to mind and I let the Lord inspire me.” When I asked what I will ever do without his prayers he said, “Why you’ll do the same thing I do, pray for the next generation. And you’ll do a great job.”

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