I've been debating all day whether or not I should share this experience on the blog or not. But ultimately I decided, since this is my journal, I couldn't risk it becoming forgotten. In the almost two years since Brendan passed away, I've never really had a dream about him. That is, until last night. In my dream we were all together, Mom and Dad Peck, and Loren's siblings. Mom had called us together for an exciting announcement. As we sat there waiting, someone came out and stood in front of us. It was Brendan. We all sat in amazement then burst out in tears and cries of joy. Mom told us Brendan was back, but for how long she didn't know. Then suddenly, it was just Brendan and me. We were lying on the grass together, Brendan's head on my shoulder just watching the clouds roll by. "Will you sing me a song, Jamie?" he asked. I sang a few primary songs while he hummed quietly beside me. When I finished, he ...