My Brother Steve…
I saw you last night.
You came to me in a dream but I know you were here. I could see you. I saw every line on your face. Your eye, the clouded eye, the eye that you
were blind in was so soft looking but yet both eyes gleamed. And your smile was heartfelt and
warming. You were wearing a vibrant orange
dress shirt. It's so amazing. As I searched for a photo, I found this one, a photo with you in the shirt you were wearing my dream. The color complimented your
complexion, which had the hint of a tan, and your hair ever so gentle
gray. You stood there in the threshold
of a door. The threshold
had a gold metal transition strip on the floor. Your toes were just at the edge of the transition strip as if you could not move
even a hint of a step across the threshold.
I remember walking up to you and seeing the gentle lines on your face,
and then embracing you in a hug, me on one side of the threshold and you on the
other. I sobbed and I hugged you. Your were there, I know you were. I was still asleep as the tears were
streaming from my eyes. Sitting up in
bed, I was still sobbing and you were gone.
I called mom to tell her I saw you. She was happy, as she was reassured that you
are indeed in heaven. I know you
are. You told me once that you are there, that you are OK and are waiting for me (us) to join you one day.
I love you. Thank you
for coming to me.
