I have always felt so jealous of the people that got to dream about you, I have had only a dream or two with you in it. It just seems like if someone is dreaming about you they are kind of spending time with you and that is what I am jealous of.   

Well last night I dreamed about you, a long dream. It felt so good when I woke up because I was with you. You were a baby, like 4 years old.with the whitest skin, like you had never seen a day of sun.  Everything else was like it is now but you just showed up about 4 years old. When I saw you I went up to you to touch you because I was sure you were not real, I knew my hand would go through you, but it didn't, you were solid. So then I turned you around to see if you had a back and you did! You were here, baby Brad. It was funny because you were only little, I could smother you with mother like affection because you were a baby. I was kissing your cheeks and hands and feet, like I did with my babies. If you were back as an adult I could not smothered you like that so it was nice, we were all so happy. It was fine you were baby Brad, you were here. I was with you. It felt so nice and normal. Strange, but now I have been up for awhile, but the peaceful feeling it gave me is still here. I talked about you a lot this weekend, we were at Malinees. I am sure that is what got you onto my dreams. I miss you so much Brad, every every day. The emptiness will not fade, there is just a big hole. I miss you.