I started this blog soon after the death of my beautiful 17-year-old son, Hayden, as a way to deal with my grief. I titled it "Dear Hayden" because at first I wrote as if I was writing to him. My use of the word "dear" ended up being twofold: "used as an affectionate or friendly form of address" and "regarded with deep affection; cherished by someone." Many posts are saved quotes, song lyrics, Bible verses, poems, etc. with credit given to the actual authors as much as possible. Enjoy~
Friday, December 18, 2015
Your hand
I just remembered this and wanted to record it. One morning (it might have been Thanksgiving) I was sleeping in a little bit and I felt like a hand was cupped in the small of my back as I was lying on my side. It was very comforting-it felt warm. Nobody was there so I think it was you. Was it?
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