I dreamed about you, Daniel. I was leaving a Sunday morning service at church. There were people all around, squeezed so close together, trying to get out of one door. Suddenly a little child fell down behind me. He was flat on his stomach and no one was picking him up. So I reached down to pick him up, and after I picked him up, I saw you behind him. I was kneeling down, face to face with you. You cried big tears, and said, “Daddy, I miss you.” I held you, looked at your face, and said, “I know, Daniel. I miss you too, but I promise I’ll come home as soon as I can.”

The dream seamed real. I could hear your sweet voice so clearly, and I could see your face right in front of me -- you were so close to me. I was simultaneously full of joy and sorrow. I would have wanted to stay in that dream for a long time, but the pain was so intense that it woke me up.

I’m sorry you’re having to go through this. I know you miss me. Please know I miss you too, and I think about you every day, all of the time. One day we’ll be together again, Daniel. I love you.