This one from last night is the best one so far, I believe. It takes place at Lake Michigan, we're all on one of our big family vacations that we used to have. It didn't cross our minds at all that that's where he died.
Ethan was there with us, but it was weird. We knew he was gone, but he was completely there and completely alive. It was as if death was just a bump in the road, nothing that we couldn't handle.
Nevertheless, we were all super-affectionate with him, we had still somehow "lost" him, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, afraid he would disappear any second. (There didn't appear to be any other cousins there with us.)
We goofed around a little and then he got onto my lap and I read some of a "Zits" comic book to him. In the dream, he was younger than he was when he died, as he always is in my dreams. About 5 or 6.
Then we got bored of that, so we flipped through the T.V. channels until it was time for bed. I carried him to his & Jeff's room, then gave him a hug and said goodnight.
I really, really miss him.
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