Dreams about loved ones

So a few weeks ago, I dreamt about my son David. He's no longer here on earth, having crossed over at age 6 years, 44 days.

In this dream, he was a little boy again (well, littler than 6, anyway!), and he was sitting with his sister Julia. They were both about 2-3 years old. And they were laughing so hard at me. David just thought I was hilarious. I think it was because I was so worried about whether or not I'd see him again. I was going through some fear - what if this is all there is? What if there is no heaven? Could I stand it? Ooh, just writing about it chills my heart.

But I realize that even if that were true, I wouldn't know, because if there's nothing there, then I won't be there, either. So I can forget that worry.

And he came to visit me in my dream anyway.

I do believe we come from somewhere and go back there when we're done here.

So then David came back last week. Ooh, poor little thing, coming back for me. He was wearing a red sweater and red corduroy pants (he loved to wear red clothes when he was here), and he sort of looked at me as if to say, "Okay, you wanted me here, so I'm here" with a sort of wistful look. Then he entered earth - he was here with us - and was wearing red footie pajamas.

I was so thrilled he was here! I did a doubletake, and he nodded that he was really back on earth. I looked around to see if anyone was there to confirm that he really was there! And Julia was there, and she saw him, too! So it was real!

Then my mom and my sister were there. Don't know where my husband Rick was. Kind of wierd that I left him out of this dream.

He was big, like he was when he was 6, and heavy. I picked him up, and it was so great to hold him. So I held David, and we all talked to him and were so happy to see him. Julia knew, though, that it couldn't last, and then David started shrinking.

He was still sick, just like when he was here. And just like 3 1/2 years ago, he faded away. And I said goodbye, and thank you, and was so glad to see him.

I miss that boy.