Dreaming of You

Dear Ravi,

I dreamed of you last night and it was great. You had made a new friend and went biking and swimming together. There was also a baby involved, but I am not quite sure how he fit into the dream. Anyway, you seemed happy to have a friend and a baby along for your adventures. You often visit me in my dreams. Interestingly, there are never any words needed, just clear images. Perhaps, mouth words do not matter in heaven. In your dreams, I never see Sam, your trusty AAC, either. These dreams reassure me that you are happy and well in a different reality. There is no cancer, pain, or seizures. You feel loved and secure.

I rarely dream of Mercury. When they do appear, it is “through a glass darkly.” There is much pain and confusion surrounding these dreams and they leave me with a deep feeling of unease. The contrast between my dreams of them and you are striking. My dreams of you are saturated in pure light. My dreams of your sibling are shrouded in darkness. I wish this were not the case. I wish that we could see Mercury in real time, but the Greenlee family has happily pitched them against us. Only time and prayer will resolve this issue, and I am not certain that it can be done in this lifetime.

It is sunny and cold today. Daddy and I are meeting some friends for lunch and a visit to the museum. I am still recovering from a 3-hour dentist visit yesterday and gearing up for another one, tomorrow. We did not tutor this morning as neither of us had any energy. Daddy has a cold and I feel like my head is trapped in a vice. It will, however, be good to get out and about. Our friends, not family, were the ones that rallied around us during your illness and your passing. We are going to see our found family in Viriginia in 10 days and are greatly looking forward to it. This has become our Thanksgiving tradition since we lost you. Virginia and the Agan farm are excellent places for me to go and reset my head and my senses. You would like it there. No one stands on ceremony, people are just loving, real, and true.

Thank you for visiting me in my dreams. You are always welcome. Love you forever. Mom.