I always have very vivid and realistic dreams. In the last 5 months, I have only been able to dream of Bryant twice. It seemed unfair. Why couldn't I just visit him in my dreams a little more often. The other night, I dreamt that we passed each other as I was coming out of the temple and he was going in. We paused and took a long look at each other, smiled and went on. I knew he wasn't supposed to see me so I hurried on but I woke up feeling like I just saw him in real life and I felt so happy and renewed.
Then, today. I was in the office and the top file cabinet was ajar. I closed it and a paper was sticking out of one of the files. I opened the file and pulled out the loose leaf paper that was sticking out. I don't know how it got there, or why, but I have never seen it or heard it before. It was a poem written from Bryant for one of my birthdays. I don't know when he wrote it and no one here has ever heard it as well. My birthday was a couple weeks ago. It was written in true , wacky Bryant style.
Oh the Lord hears our prayers and knows our hearts. He loves me. I know it. I loved my little poem. Thank you, my son. Thank you for visiting me in my dreams. I love you.