My Dearest Porter,
I had a dream this morning about Porter and wanted to get it written down so I wouldn't forget. I was at my old house and Brother Bartholomew and some youth whom I didn't know were at our house.(not sure why they were in this dream?) I went downstairs and then turned down the hall to Kali's old room. Porter hadn't heard me coming because he was in there vacuuming. I startled him when he looked up at me. I was so surprised and happy to see him and I just kept staring at his face and saying "Porter." I walked toward him and he backed up slowly saying "You can't touch me" and I told him "Yes I can!" Then when I got to him we embraced in a very firm hug. I was so happy and kept saying to him "You're alive!" And then my emotions completely took over and I started crying. I ran down the hall to find Brother Bartholomew and to tell him what had just happened. As I shared the whole experience with him he wept for joy as well at Porter's return.
Then I woke up from this dream and continued crying wanting SO BADLY for this to be real and not just a dream. Mark had just finished getting ready for the day and heard me crying and came over to comfort me. I shared my dream with him. He told me it was a good dream and it's good to know that Porter is still close by.
I think this is one of those tender mercies from the Lord to let me just feel my son's embrace for a brief, small moment, and letting me know he is still very much alive and that I can still feel him nearby.
(Artwork by Elspeth Young)