My son who was murdered would have been 34 on 2/20 and I always prayed for him to change his life, but when he was murdered and the way he was living his life I was afraid that he was not going to be with God. The day before I was notified about the confirmation of it being my son I was sitting listening to my gospel music I was praying and crying and praying and crying. I just wanted to hold my baby one more time and all of a sudden I was embraced so tight and peace set in. At that time I told myself that it was either God holding me and helping me through this torment or it was my son giving me my last hug. The next day it was confirmed and my son was gone and all I could think about was did he have his chance to ask for forgiveness and I was so worried because I didn't want to have images of him being in hell. Then the realization hit me that it had to have been Wayman giving me the hug so he could let me know he was with God. We all know if he was in hell Satan wouldn't have given him the opportunity for one last hug.
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