I have had two dreams about my son Matthew since he passed away at age fifteen suddenly in July of 2007.
The first dream I had was as follows:
I dreamed I was sitting in my living room on the couch and the TV was off. I saw my son’s reflection in the TV and turned to look at him but I could not see him.
The second dream is as follows:
I dreamed I was in bed and my son sat next to me on the bed and said to me “Mom I know you miss me. And miss all the little things I used to help you with. Don’t be sad, just ask Brandon (my nephew) to help you.” Then he showed me a vision of Brandon and I. And I was not sad. Brandon was doing those little things my son used to do for me. And we were happy.
So what do you make of it?