I learned that dreams don't go away completely. They often come back disguised in another form. You see our son has often talked of becoming a pilot. Same as his dad, dreaming big, special, stick-with-you kind of dreams. I think this is God's soft kiss on the cheek saying, "I haven't forgotten you." Whether or not our young son grows up to be a pilot or not is really not the point. The point is he's been taught it is completely okay to dream big special dreams.
When I see my husband today I sometimes imagine him all dressed up in uniform. I envision all the stripes and medals. The hat with the spit shine black brim and charcoal black shoes you can eat off. I can picture it all. And yes that mighty salute.
I think my 50 year old pilot would have been the finest navy pilot ever to fly. I know he would have soared. He certainly has caused my life to soar and has allowed me to dream really big dreams come true.