Last night I had a dream that I got Dustin back.I'm not sure what I did to get him back but when I woke this morning I was kinda happy and sat up looking for him.Then reality hit,it was just a dream and the loss and pain I felt was so bad. Why must I have dreams that bring some hope to me just to come crashing down? As I sat there thinking I realized greif is the only thing that can transport itself from daytime to sleeping hours.When you break a bone, are sick or even upset you get a break from these while you sleep.Grief has found a wake to creep into you sleep.I know this is true because I have awaken Rob several times with my crying or calling out for Bubba.Yes I look forward to dreaming about him just to have the chance to see and touch him but when I realize hes gone the pain is so intense,and I lose him all over again.Why must parents go through this?I'm tired of people telling me that God knows how I feal, the fact is God chose to let his son die for us. I HAD NO CHOICE IN THIS, I WANT MY SON BACK NOW.I cannot continue to live like this much longer