A few weeks after the accident, Hayden visited me in a dream. I was walking up the basement stairs with tears in my eyes, looking down and headed for the side door. (Side note: my bedroom is in the basement and the stairs lead right up to the side door). I knew Hayden was coming, but I knew he was only going to be coming for a short time, like just for a visit. That was a weird feeling because that has never been the case where he was just visiting since he always lived at home. He came in the door and I just held him from the side, I could feel his trim torso in my arms. He had his arms around me and we just held each other. Then he kissed away my tears.
P.S. I was inspired to record this after reading a post on Facebook about a man who lost his wife and two children in a flood in Texas and then they came to him in a dream. I wish I would have written the date down of the dream but I did not.
P.S. For the other posts, I have written them as if I was writing to Hayden, but for this one I didn't. The reason why is because I don't have to tell him about the dream because he was there.
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