Remembering Brian Snyder
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Another Dream
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Wow!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Fuzz
Journal Entry from 9/24/11
9/24/11
A couple of nights ago I dreamed that Brian was sitting on the bed talking to me. He looked like he did in his early twenties when we were first married. I was concerned about how thin he was. I told him that since he hadn’t died, but had lost so much weight, I thought he should see Dr. Smith again.
He said, “I did die.” I realized then that he was young and healthy.
I asked him, “Are you here even when I can’t see you?”
He said, “I’m always here.”
I felt wonderfully comforted and my dream ended.
After Mama died, I often dreamed that our family was together and she was with us. In my dream I’d ask other family members, “Can’t you see her?”
Perhaps it is only my sub-conscious mind seeking to comfort me, but I’m starting to wonder and almost to believe that Heaven is a dimension very close to ours. We can’t see in, but residents of Heaven can see out, can pray for us, and when God permits, send us messages of comfort. I hope that isn’t heretical, because it makes me feel so loved.
Brian,
Today marks two years since you went to Heaven. I don’t like the increasing length of time. It feels like pressure to “be over” losing you, and I know I never will. I still love you so much and miss you every moment of every day.
I know you are more than okay. You are with Jesus, Leora, Grandpa Snyder, Uncle Cam and Aunt Grace, Grandma and Grandpa Egger, and so many other people who loved you and who you loved in return. There is no sickness, no suffering, no sin, no oppression, and no darkness. There is love, peace, light, holiness, and joy that I cannot even begin to imagine. It is so hard to be patient until I can see you again. I know that you were right, this life is only a dot compared to the eternity we will spend in Heaven. Right now it feels like the wait is painfully long. I bet to you it only feels like a short time though, and you are constantly discovering new people and new pleasures in Heaven. I imagine your face lit up, laughing your wonderful laugh.
Forever yours,
Laurie
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Hurt
Almost two years later I still feel that way. I can put on a "happy face" when I'm out in public, but it is an effort. Inside I feel so hurt and raw still. It is easier to be alone and not have to put the happy face mask on.
It feels like I was fused with Brian - body, heart, and soul. When he was ripped away from me I was left raw, wounded, oozing, with no protective layers. I feel incomplete, vulnerable, lost. I feel hurt in a way that is so deep I can't recover.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Once Upon a Time in Our Wildest Dreams
Once upon a time
Once when you were mine
I remember skies
Reflected in your eyes
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you
Think about me
Once upon a time
In our wildest dreams
Once the world was new
Our bodies felt the morning dew
That greets the brand new day
We couldn't tear ourselves away
I wonder if you’re there
I wonder if you still remember
Once upon a time
In our wildest dreams
And when the music plays
And when the words are
Touched with sorrow
When the music plays
I hear the sound
We had to follow
Once upon a time
Once beneath the stars
The universe was ours
Love was all we knew
And all I knew was you
I wonder if you know
I wonder if you think about it
Once upon a time
In our wildest dreams
And when the music plays
And when the words are
Touched with sorrow
When the music plays
And when the music plays
I hear the sound
We had to follow
Once upon a time
Once upon a time
Once when you were mine
I remember skies
Mirrored in your eyes
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you
Think about me
Once upon a time
In our wildest dreams
In our wildest dreams
In our wildest dreams