tinantravis
10-26-2006, 12:33 PM
I saw Isaiah in my dreams. I dreamt that I was on a lake in a boat with Travis and another person (I think my dad) when a tornado hit. Trav said, "hit the floor," and despite the fact that I didn't agree and wanted to get in the water instead, I followed his directions. I covered my head with my hands, closed my eyes, and prayed.
When I opened my eyes, I was in beautiful place, a peaceful place, full of light and happiness. There was a sense of calmness. This beautiful place resembled a main street in some town decorated with fancy lamp posts, healthy trees, flowers, old-fashioned stores and hip, urban shops, and a brick sidewalk. The view had a mix of old, contemporary, and current facets to it. It was quiet except for a few people strolling the street. I could hear laughter...like children playing. The weather was beautiful, calm. I could see signs in the store windows offering "peace," "humility," "prayer," "forgiveness," "love," etc. I was standing there taking it all in, absorbing the view and the serenity of the place, when a little boy approached me and said, "do you remember me?" Though I didn't recognize him by his physical features, I knew that it was him....it was Isaiah. Without hesitation, I choked out the words, "off course baby, how could I forget?" He opened his arms and I lifted him up. We wrapped our arms around one another and I just stood there holding him close to me.
Then I woke up.
I was upset that I woke up and tried my hardest to fall back asleep. But with no avail, I was wide awake, alone with my thoughts.
There is peace. There is happiness. There is comfort. There is a heaven. There is greater meaning to our lives.
Despite this revelation, this dream doesn't change the fact that I miss Isaiah more than anyone knows.
I can't get the image out of my head and in a desperate way, I hope it never leaves. He was beautiful...blonde hair, blue eyes...a lot like Ethan. His facial features were delicate...I could see Travis in his face. He was perfect. He was happy. He was okay.
It wasn't just the visual I had of him that made it powerful; it was the way I felt.
I miss you baby Isaiah...can't wait to see you again!!
There is hope...
When I opened my eyes, I was in beautiful place, a peaceful place, full of light and happiness. There was a sense of calmness. This beautiful place resembled a main street in some town decorated with fancy lamp posts, healthy trees, flowers, old-fashioned stores and hip, urban shops, and a brick sidewalk. The view had a mix of old, contemporary, and current facets to it. It was quiet except for a few people strolling the street. I could hear laughter...like children playing. The weather was beautiful, calm. I could see signs in the store windows offering "peace," "humility," "prayer," "forgiveness," "love," etc. I was standing there taking it all in, absorbing the view and the serenity of the place, when a little boy approached me and said, "do you remember me?" Though I didn't recognize him by his physical features, I knew that it was him....it was Isaiah. Without hesitation, I choked out the words, "off course baby, how could I forget?" He opened his arms and I lifted him up. We wrapped our arms around one another and I just stood there holding him close to me.
Then I woke up.
I was upset that I woke up and tried my hardest to fall back asleep. But with no avail, I was wide awake, alone with my thoughts.
There is peace. There is happiness. There is comfort. There is a heaven. There is greater meaning to our lives.
Despite this revelation, this dream doesn't change the fact that I miss Isaiah more than anyone knows.
I can't get the image out of my head and in a desperate way, I hope it never leaves. He was beautiful...blonde hair, blue eyes...a lot like Ethan. His facial features were delicate...I could see Travis in his face. He was perfect. He was happy. He was okay.
It wasn't just the visual I had of him that made it powerful; it was the way I felt.
I miss you baby Isaiah...can't wait to see you again!!
There is hope...