Last night, I had a dream that Owen was alive in a hospital. I found out where he was, and we were so excited to see each other! I picked him up into a hug and took him to buy socks because his feet were cold.
He was the same age he was when he died, and I was able to have Josh and Marissa play with him.
The best part was holding him. It's been SO LONG since I have been able to hold him, and kiss his little bald head!
Man, I miss my son...
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I have always been told, if a loved one comes to you in a dream, it means they were really there with you sharing that moment <3
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