When we returned from dinner, the bed had been turned down and there was soft music (the kind I love!) playing. We hung out, Bob reading his book and me catching up on facebook and blogs. When we went to bed, I was still enjoying the music, so I left it playing.
At 2:30 a.m., I awoke in tears, my heart hurting like it has many times over the past months. I had been having a dream that seemed to be like a very sad movie, but I believe is very real for someone. It was about a young boy, maybe a little younger than Aidan, who knew he was going to die. He wasn't in the hospital, so I don't know what his ailment was. The dream was quite long, and I could hear that soft music which made it seem like a movie, but the part that I remember vividly, the part that woke me up, was when his mother came to pick him up from school. It was like I was there, watching. They were the last ones to leave the classroom, and they walked slowly down the hall together. Near the door, they stopped; the boy was crying. He asked his mother why he couldn't just get in a car accident to get it over with.
The pain in my heart tells me that someone is feeling this way, and it spurred this prayer.

