Tearful Nightmare..
Some time within the last week I had an awful dream which has been sitting with me. It was about Ty. Whenever I do have dreams about Ty he is always much younger. In this particular dream he was about age six or seven and he had become so ill that we were losing him. I had been carrying him until I collapsed to the ground on my knees. He was too weak to hold himself up in any kind of way and I kept him in my arms. Dad and the rest of the family were standing around me, telling me there was nothing that could be done. Their voices were faint and I was crying to God, "Please don't take my baby brother!! Don't take my baby brother too!!!"
What an awful awful dream...
What an awful awful dream...