atsah
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25 years ago I lost a 19 year old Son. I dreamed of him 3 times the first month. One that meant the most was seeing him running across our pasture away from me. Dressed in shorts, no shirt, barefoot. His favorite attire as a kid. I hollered at him but he kept running over the hill. I ran to the top of the hill where I could see him just before he ran over the next hill. I hollered at him but he kept running over the hill. I ran to the top of the next hill where I could see him. I hollered at him and he stopped on top of the next hill. He looked back at me and said "You can't come here yet Dad and that's okay". Then he ran over the hill. The peace I got from that shook me to the core. When I am having a bad day I think of that and feel better.
WOW.. That would have shook me to my core as well..