I dreamt about Eli last night. In the dream, he had been between bouts of cancer, but when I looked at him, I saw a swelling on the left side of his face, so I went over to him to check it out. I touched his cheek and the swelling felt more like a blister, soft, squishy, and fluid filled, so I was relieved that it likely wasn’t a tumor.
Then, I saw another swelling on the left side of his neck. As I felt his neck with my hand, the mass was firm beneath my fingers, and the sinking I felt in my stomach increased as I realized that it meant Eli’s time on earth was nearing the end.
Why didn’t I just grab him, hug him tight, and tell him how much I love him? In those few moments, I could FEEL him. I could feel his face, neck, and shoulder as I focused on diagnosing the relapsed cancer.
The dream me didn’t realize I was about to wake up, and he would already be gone, and the chance to hug him and feel his arms around me was passed.
I love you, Eli.❤️
Eli The Boss 
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I just read your son, Eli’s story. Every single paragraph, sentence, and word. It was an honor and a privilege to get to know your family and your son Eli. Your words brought him to life for me, and now there is one more person in the world who carries him in their heart, and is praying for your family. May the Lord God bless you and keep you in the palm of his hand, until you are reunited.
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Shirley, I so appreciate your thoughtful words. I think one of my fears, irrational or not, is that he will be forgotten. It means a great deal to me that you took the time to read it all and came to know him. God bless you and yours.
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I hope it encourages you to keep his story up, so that more can get to know your strong, courageous boy, and learn about the battle kids with childhood cancer go thru, and the toll on their families. I am sure many, many people read it, and don’t tell you, because they are at a loss for words. Eli exists forever because Jesus conquered death.
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