I have had many dreams especially after Shane was first killed. I would dream he was alive and would wake up thinking this had all been a nightmare. However, I would wake up and look around seeing his pics, poems and other things and know that it had all been a dream and the nightmare was real, he was really gone. But one night I had the dream that showed me how happy he was. I immediately woke up crying, grabbed my notebook I always kept right with me and began writing a poem, taking about 3 minutes to write it, almost as if the words were coming from somewhere else which has happened so many times.

In this dream, it was like I was invisible. The people there couldn't seem to see me, but I could see them and recognized each one. I was walking along by this beautiful stream with the greenest trees and the bluest water I had ever seen. Everything there was just so vivid, so bright and beautiful. I heard voices and started moving towards the place where they seem to be coming from. As I came around this bend, I saw people sitting on the bank fishing and I heard their voices and knew each of them. It was as I knew they couldn't see or hear me because in the dream I didn't even try to get their attention. I was just so awed by seeing them and this beautiful place.

I saw my Dad with his straw fishing hat on helping a little girl who I recognized as a cousin, Dorothy Lynn who had passed away before I was born, but I knew from pics we had that this was her. He was helping her with her fishing pole. My 2 brothers were there sitting by Dad. One of my brothers had fell 75 feet from a tree crushing every organ in his body and swelling up where he looked like he weighed 500 lbs before his death, but he was the size he had been all of his life. My other brother weighed about 80 lbs when he died 2 years later from cancer but he was healthy here. They all looked so perfect, no signs of any disease, fall, nothing? I saw Shane's paternal Grandfather sitting beside a little boy about 12 who I also knew immediately, though he also passed away before I was born. This was Stanley, Shane's paternal uncle who had drowned when he was 12 with a minister. A man beside Stanley I didn't recognize but as I listened to them talk, I heard him called Brother Rowe, so I knew he was the minister that had given his life that day trying to save Stanley.

I have two sons, Shane and Shawn, 1 year and 1 day apart in age. Stanley looked so much like my youngest son Shawn that he asked his Gm years ago to please take down the one pic of him as this bothered him immensely. Then I hear a laugh, one that caused my heart to start beating quickly behind me. I knew this laugh and there was no doubt who it came from. As I turned around Shane was walking up behind me to join his grandfathers and the others with a fishing pole in one hand and his small notebook in the other. Shane, like me, always carried a small notebook in his pocket to write his poetry and stories as they hit him.

As I stood there, others came, uncles that had gone on, cousins, aunts, my maternal Gm and GF, though I had never met my maternal GF, I had saw pics but I realized something immediately, he wasnt limping? All of my life at family reunions, they named most of their children after other family and there was two Asa Passmores. Mom's dad was called crippled Asa because one leg never grew after 10 yrs old. Even in pics it was obvious and he always walked with a cane. Here he was! I was seeing him for the first time in my life and he was standing straight and walking perfect, no cane!

As I stood there more and more arrived with their fishing poles, the women with food they were preparing on this long table. One thing hit me right away. My maternal GM had died of cancer weighing 63 lbs when she passed. She was healthy and beautiful. As I looked at each of them, none had any of the imperfections or signs of the diseases they had died from? They were all whole and healthy!!! Some of the people I didn't recognize, but many of them I did from life or pics. My Mom's brothers were all there. They were all laughing and talking though I can't remember anything said other than a name called here or there letting me know who this person was.

All of a sudden, Shane looked right at me and said, Mom, let everyone know we are fine and waiting for them. We will all be together again one day very soon. I dropped to my knees and I awoke crying. I started thinking, wanting to go back to that wonderful place, asking why I couldn't have stayed a little longer but then it hit me. There can be no tears in heaven and I had started to cry? I grabbed my notebook and wrote this poem. I thank God for letting me see this little piece of heaven. Dj French

Shane

Thank you son for the dream you sent to me,
For letting me enter heaven and with my own eyes see.
That all of you are well and all disease is gone,
What an awesome place you now call home.

The colors was so bright it looked like they were freshly painted,
So vibrant and bright, nothing chipped or tainted.
I see you met Grandpa Asa , is he as kind as Mom has told?
I know Grandma must have been so glad to get to meet you for she loved me so.

I know Papa Sweatt and Grandpa Short are there and Stanley too.
Was they all there waiting at those Pearly Gates for you?
Did they all know you? What about the ones you had never met on earth?
The ones that had gone on to Glory way before your birth.

I know how happy you and Jim and Fred must have been,
When they came through that gate and was escorted in.
Did you come to meet them, was you right there when they was called by Jesus to come on home?
I know you must have worried about us as so many now are gone.

But I know that you all are waiting and look so brand new, so healthy and well,
The dream was worth more than any words could tell.
Please give them all a hug and kiss from me and Nanny and tell them they will never be forgotten , always loved,
That we will see them one sweet day in that beautiful home above.

Love you my sweet son, Mom

Written by Dj French on 7/21/07
In Loving Memory of Shane

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I always had special dreams of my beautiful son growing up and going to college, getting the special job he wanted which was to be a professional baseball player and marrying his high school sweetheart and being a father and what a wonderful father he would of been.

When he was just a young boy he thought it would be "cool" to be a garbage man because they got to ride on the back of the truck and hang off the side. Well he grew out of that, but even if that had been his dream as he began to grow up, that would of been ok with me and his dad. Just as long as he was happy, that is all we really cared about.

Now I dream of the day we will be together again and how joyous that day will be. I will hug and kiss him and never stop. Never stop hugging and kissing your children and tell them you love them everyday because you never know when they will be gone. God bless all of you that have lost your child way before their time. My heart aches for you.

Lisa Houston © 2007
In Loving Memory of Michael

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I have two dreams that I can recall, both having the same outcomes. In one I was on one side of the street, and he on the other. I could see him and hear him saying "Hi daddy" in his sweet voice. It was so real. There was alot of traffic. As soon as there was a break in traffic, I ran to get him but he was gone after a bus went by.

In another one, we were in a mall. I seen him in the moving crowd. I saw him smiling and waving at me. I chased after him, but like before, as soon as I got close he was gone.

I hope that the next dream I have, I can get him in my arms and feel his warmth. Ricky was 3 years and 10 months old.

11/21/05: I wanted to tell you all that I had the sweetest dream yesterday, Michelle had made some beautiful posters, very colorful of herself up close as a bride and announcing her wedding, she said she was getting married TODAY!!

In the dream yesterday Michelle asked me to please put up the posters at her school so everyone could see that she was getting married today. It was only one days notice but she insisted!

I loved this dream so much so I just had to share it with you all!

CindyJo Greever © 2005
In Loving Memory of Michelle

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I was riding a bicycle with my child on the back. At first, it was my son, Matthew on the back but then, I turned again, and it was Marissa. I stopped the bike and turned to her. I said, "Marissa, can you see me?" She said, "Yeah, Ma." I said, "come here, let me hold you. Can you FEEL me?" She said, "Yeah, Ma!" Her tone of voice was like, why are you asking...this is silly. Then I said, "Let me kiss you, kiss my baby. Can you feel Mommy kissing you?" And again, all she answered was, "Yeah, Ma!"

Then as dreams go, I was in another place. I was being ridden in the Toyota Carolla (that we were in when the crash occurred.)There was no driver and I was frightened. When I turned back to the driver's seat, Marissa was driving! I said excitedly, "Marissa, you can drive in Heaven?" She said, "Yeah, Ma!" She was driving in my parents neighborhood. She was going to their house. I was giving my three year old instructions on driving! She pulled into my parents driveway and suddenly, the car was mangled, just as it was after the crash. My sister Doris (Marissa's godmother/Nanny), and Marissa's nursery school teacher, Ms. Beth, were coming out the front door sobbing, clinging to one another. They were coming to look at the car. When I saw them, I got excited. I said, "Marissa, you have to let Nanny and Ms. Beth see you!!! Marissa said, "No, Nanny can't see me." And then she was gone. As the two approached the car, they saw me sitting in the front seat and started to tell me that I didn't belong in the car. They were very upset that I was in the car.

Once again, in the dream world, the scene changed. This time, I was holding Marissa. I was loving her and clinging to her, never wanting to let go. A man approached us, and Marissa started whining. He came to us and said, "It's time. She has to come with me." I started wailing and turned away from him. "NO!!!! You cannot take her. She just got here. She is NOT going!!!" Then, SHE appeared. She was so beautiful. When Marissa saw her, she immediately stopped crying and became peaceful. This "Angel" put her arms out for Marissa (as you would to coax a baby to come to you.) She said, "I am Elveen. I am here to take Marissa. She must come." I knew that this was an Angel. She had no wings, but moved with such grace. Her hair was a light brown, very long, and cascaded down her back. She was so intensely beautiful, she radiated. Marissa went right to her...being held on this Angel's hip. Marissa was happy to see her. I asked the Angel to repeat her name to me, for I wanted to remember. No one would believe that she came to me, if I couldn't remember. She said, "I am Elveen. I am the one who cares for Marissa." With that, she turned and they walked away from me. I awoke.

Laurie Myers © 1998
In Loving Memory of Marissa

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