Jake and Rex Play Ball

Dream:    My son Jake and our beloved neighborhood dog Rex were playing fetch on a wide green lawn.  (Jake and Rex never met in waking reality.)  Jake looked about twelve years old, blond and smiling and sweet.  Rex was gleefully chasing the ball Jake threw to him. I felt happy to see them both so healthy and happy. I couldn't stop smiling.

It took me a little while after I woke up to remember that Rex is dead.  He died just after Thanksgiving, after being ill with cancer. Jake died in 1990 at almost-sixteen, in a hiking accident.

It was so nice to spend some time with them again.

Edit:  Because a couple of people wrote and asked me about my son, I'm including this link to a post I wrote a couple of years ago about his death.  Blessed be.