when my cousin passed away i often had dreams of him. i prayed for them to happen and most of the time they did. i got to dance with him. sat in a little booth in a small cafe with him. spent time just around him. hugged him. i knew he was in Heaven in those dreams, just felt it. and Heaven wasn't much different from here. just kinda hazy white around the images. i don't remember them much now, but i always shared my dreams with my aunt (his mother). i think he probably must be doing fine now and know that i'm ok because i haven't seen him in awhile. |