A few weeks ago, Tina shared a dream she had dreamed about Peter. In the dream, Peter appeared very much like he did before he became ill, and he was sitting on my lap being very snugly (I liked that part!). She came over to us and began telling him how much we missed him each day and how hard it was not having him around all of the time. He looked up at his mom with a smile and said with a hint of exasperation, "What do you mean? I'm here ALL THE TIME. You guys just can't see me!" It's those kinds of dreams that make each of us smile; sure we miss Peter and we wish we could talk with him and hear him laugh, but we know that he is with us in some way every day.
I'm a father who lost his youngest son to an inoperable brain tumor. Although I miss Peter every day, I find strength through my faith to not only keep on living but to also find joy in life. I am keenly interested in helping parents of children who have died from cancer find a measure of peace again in their lives.