Remembering Peter

When you lose a loved one you can’t help but continuously wish you’d have just one more chance to hug them, just one more chance to kiss them, touch them and tell them how much you’ve missed them. I had a dream this past night with my little brother Peter. While in reality at 13 he was almost a head taller than me, in my dream Peter was shorter, about my shoulder height. I dreamt that my whole family was at a hotel with an extensive water park and Peter was with us and was getting ready to go swimming with my older brother Paul. In my dream I knew that we had lost him but now he was back and after he changed into his swim trunks I couldn’t stop hugging, kissing and petting his head and hair. I kept touching his skin to make sure it was real, and indeed it all felt so real and warm. When I woke up I started crying, but this time it wasn’t tears of sadness but rather tears of gratitude. After all I did get to hug him once again, I did get to kiss him and tell him how much I loved and missed him one more time, and for all I know it felt real. We love you and miss you so much sweet Peter.