Sunday, I was at the cemetery crying and talking to Jay. As I drove away I was thinking am I crazy, does he really hear me! Then I saw it come towards me; a camper with the words "Jay's Flight" and an emblem of a feather embossed on the front. Yes Yes Yes - he heard me!!!
Later in the day I went to see Jay's "little dude" a boxer dog named Hooch who lives with my Uncle and Aunt. Jay just loved his dog and Hooch was beyond happy to see me. We all sat on the porch talking and recanting stories about Jay. In mid-sentence my uncle stops talking and points to a beautiful hawk feather that falls from the sky. Yup my Jay was there too!!!!!
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