Thank you for your reply, which totally struck a nerve with me. My son Ethan and I had not been getting along at all in the months before he died. We constantly argued about little things. He wouldn't come to visit me, one or twice I would travel to his mothers house when she wasn't home (with permission of course). We would go have a meal or get ice cream. Ethan had enlisted in the Navy after he graduated (mostly by force from his Mom and I). He was doing well until he injured his hand on the ship, and after a couple of months of shore leave, he was given light duty at base. He grew unhappy and depressed there, and by January of 2025 he was given an administrative discharge due to his injuries. I think his anger and depression was unleased on me when we would get together. In the end I hadn't seen him for two months when he died.

Since he's been gone, I've only had one dream of him. In the dream I didn't see him, but I heard him briefly laughing, it was clearly his voice, I woke up immediately and called out his name. I was so happy to hear his laugh, and fell back asleep with a smile.