I have to say that the man I used to be and the man I am are dramatically different. Dustin is on my mind everyday, I wonder a lot of things, is he cold?hot?hngry?full? running and playing? or sitting and waiting? I pray. Yes, I pray to God, help me to understand this...no answer. God, please, just tell me he's okay! I plead. This is a true pain, a pain that has brought me to my knees and I can't escape(or fix) this pain. But every now and again, like last night(this morning)I dream of Bubba, some corny and crazy and others straight to the point but each one ending with Dustin the "little man" that he is telling me,"Dad, I'm alright." He smiles and I wake still in the darkness of predawn happy and yet sad. I pray, thank you God for taking care of my son till we're all together again.