And in this dream, God came to me through the eyes of my cousin Steven Puffer.
To give you the background on Steve: he was born August 27, 1985 and died Friday, March 13, 2009. After enduring numerous months battling depression, he chose to commit suicide, and left behind irreplaceable memories and family and friends who love him dearly. Though it has taken many many many months for each person who was affected by his death to be able to be okay again, he will never be gone in our hearts. And in my dream, he was granted life again and was living with his family and his fiancée Lindsay happily. And one hot summer day, they drove here to Massachusetts to surprise me. When they arrived, all of my family stepped out of the car, smiled, and looked behind them, welcoming Steven out of the car as well, in one healthy, living body. He was the exact same. I began to cry, so hard that I cried outside of my dream too. He came to me, arms outstretched, comforting me, and he held me despite my convulsions. Through sobs, I said, "Did you know just how much I missed you? Did...Did you know that I prayed for you? How hard I cried at your funeral? Did you know that I never forgot the night you took me out to the dock in Michigan and showed me the Milky Way? Did you know how much I love you? Did you know that I put a letter in the ground for you? Did you see it?" In my dream, my eyes darted between the two of his, and with one calm inhale and exhale, he spoke. "Amy. I saw everything. God heard your prayers, and with every one, he came to me and told me what they were. I read your letter. I watched over you, and truly witnessed how much you care. God told me everything. He took care of you by taking care of me. He's there for you, and he sent me back to this earth for you and for my whole family and all of my friends." I dried my eyes, and spoke. "Steven, if you don't mind can I ask one more question? Would you do it again if you could?" and he smiled and one single tear rolled down his face. "No Ames, I wouldn't. I would never choose to do that again." And with that, my dream ended. I awoke feeling lighter, feeling watched over. I feel like God is holding my hand to show me that he IS there. I don't know... I'm not super religious or anything, I just know when someone is trying to show me a message. I am quite lucky, I believe. It's amazing what one can see if they open their heart up.