Bryant, I had the most extraorindary dream last night. Mostly, the past six months have been sad dreams, me trying to get back to you and not wanting to accept your leaving. More like nightmares. But last night, I dreamed I saw you and you were in your wheelchair. Daddy was there and we were looking at the Dynamyte and trying to get you to "shake hands" and stuff. I knew it was a dream though and I was thankful to see you smiling that generous smile of yours, thankful for the time I could spend with you.
You stood up in your wheelchair and stepped out of it. Your back and spine were completely straight and your nose was absolutely perfect, your whole face, still you, but in perfection. You told me you were okay and I asked you for a kiss. You smiled at me and then 3 young men (around your age) came into the dream with a basketball! You shook your head and said "I'm going to play basketball MOM! and you were so tall and mature. I smiled at you and then you said "Remember Jehovah".
Bryant it was so much more real than any dream I have ever had.
Praise be to God Jehovah.
