Last night I had a dream about my Jay; he was a little boy around five or six years of age. Jay was so distraught and sad crying his little eyes out. It broke my heart to see him so heartbroken as I tried to console him. I woke up feeling very heavy laden and broken myself.
Turning on the television to find distraction in the news; my sad morning turned into a good morning. The feature story was about an “Airbus” (you know those metallic spaceship looking vehicles that people use to travel around the country) rally that was being held locally. They went on to say that this year they decided to include some other RVs. To my surprise and tears the RV they showcased was the one called “Jay Feather and Jay Flight”. Since Jay’s passing there is a handful of signs (dragonflies – red sea glass) that I know with certainty are from my Jay. Many times I have written in my blog about seeing “Jay Flight or Jay Feather” when I needed to know Jay was still with me.
Today was a gift from my Jay; the bond between my son and I is forever. Just because I can’t physically hug him – somehow Jay always sends me a spiritual hug.
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