Wanted to share my dream I had last night.  It gave me some peace when there seems to be none.
In the dream I was with my father in a yard.  I looked up into the sky.  I said, "Dad, do you see the beautiful mountain in the sky?"  He said yes he did.  The mountain was beautiful with turquoise and white light shining off of it all the way from the bottom to the top.  Although it was so breathtaking it was also very jagged along the side.  At the top were two homes.  The colors in this dream were indescribable.  My father then said, "Oh Angie, look at the beautiful field," again it was like a whole in the sky where there was a beautiful field along a stream filled with colors and life.  I than turned and looked up in another direction.  I then saw a road with homes up and down the side of it.  The color and movement was not earthly physical real or cartoon.   When there was movement everything moved with it in a slow swirly manner.  As I looked down the street I saw two people walking away from me down the road.  Then they both turned to me.  It was Nick and Ryan.  They both smiled, but said nothing.  Nick's smile was not oh I am so elated and happy to see you.  It was a content, peaceful smile, a peace and contentment that I can't describe.  I than knew, without any speaking what Nick was relaying to me.  I knew Nick's climb up the mountain was both beautiful (because of the light) and difficult to climb (because it was jagged).  The homes represented that he was going home.  Seeing them walking down the road was letting me know he was going home, that this is where he is suppose to be and wants to be.  He was at peace.  There was no yearning to run to him and bring him to me or I think vice versa from Nick.  I just knew he was there, finally without wanting him to come Home (earth) with me.  As Nick and Ryan turned to continue down the road together Nick had a little girl on his shoulders, she was probably about 2 or 3 years of age.  I got the feel I should know her, she reminded me of Jackie when she was a child, but it was not Jackie.  The little girl had an unearthly innocence about her.  As I watched them walk away from me I didn't feel sad, I just knew they were going home.  I was content to know my beautiful boy was at peace.  Both boys looked beautiful. 
      As I woke and thought about the dream I wondered who the little girl was, it popped into my head that she was the baby I was suppose to have before Jackie.  I had a miscarriage, but it was early so I never really felt an extreme loss.  I wonder!  Maybe?
      This email may be somewhat jumbled, but just was so moved by this dream I had to email you right away and let you know.  I am very guarded when it comes to signs, but Patty and Terry, the feelings, the colors, the pure peace I felt coming from those boys can not be described as just a random dream.  Well, thank you for listening to me ramble on and on.                            ALL MY LOVE,
                                                                                   Angie