My husband’s mother had a special dream two days after Brett’s funeral.  I thought it would be special to share it.  It is hard to picture Brett walking!  It makes my heart jump to think about it.  As I’ve read many of your posts over the past couple of weeks, I am so thankful again for all who make this website happen.    You are all a very special group of people.  Thanks for all the encouragement and prayers. The photo is Brett with his Grandma Gutwein, Sept 2009.


I might have told you when I kept Brett the last time before you went back last Nov. He was lying on the blanket and I always laid down by him and rubbed his back etc. I told him we were going to have a secret. I said Grandma is getting older and something might happen before you come again…If I would die before you do, when I get to heaven I will watch for you and if you should go before me, you watch for me and then you and I will go hand in hand and walk together on the streets of gold in heaven. Then I told him it’s our secret and we won’t tell anyone.

I don’t know if that prompted my dream or not but 2 nights after his funeral I had a dream… I was sleeping and all of a sudden everything was so light and bright like I had never seen before.  It was so bright, but nothing like we have here, it was a soft bright.  It was just so beautiful with flowers and birds and butterflies hovering all around a golden path.  These butterflies were transparent and iridescent and there WALKED a little boy, swinging his arms back and forth and looking all around…I could see our sweet Brett. He was waving his hand at the butterflies.  He was just the perfect size and his hair was a little long (made me think of a picture I saw Of Jesus sitting and little children round Him) and his hair was curly, He had on little shorts and a button-down front short sleeve shirt and the bottom of one of the sides of the shirt would fly open as he skipped along.

Then I got real close and looked right into his face, he didn’t see me; it was like he was looking right through me.  Oh, his little nose and mouth was just perfect and his eyes were just beautiful and his whole face radiated….I just stood there and watched as he went on and it seemed like the path started to go up to higher ground and he stopped and had the biggest smile on his face and looked up and went a little faster.  In a little distance he stopped and I could see it was like the bottom of a big chair but it was real hazy and it was like a form of legs of someone sitting there. I could see Brett real good and he stopped and his face just radiated and he started to climb upon the lap and the form of arms went around him and lifted him upon his lap.  Everything that I saw of the chair and person was hazy but I knew Brett was seeing Jesus very clear with a look on his face I don’t think I will ever forget.  It was an expression that I can’t explain, I’ve never seen anything like it here on earth….I JUST KNEW HE WAS SITTING ON JESUS’ LAP. I woke up and I didn’t want to because it was so beautiful and I wanted to see more…”To God Be the Glory Great Things He Has Done”.

Mommy, Brett, and Daddy Feb 2011



4 Responses to A special dream…

  1. Shannon says:

    BEAUTIFUL!!!! <3

  2. Autumn says:

    Thank you so much for sharing!!!

  3. shirley bidnick says:

    Thank you for sharing Brett’s life and death with us. It is a beautiful story about a beautiful blue eyed boy. I am sorry for your overwhelming loss. You were so brave and trusting to take your son to Haiti with you. I am awed by your strong faith in God, and your ability to capture Brett’s unique strengths and purpose in words. It is difficult for me to explain to others how spiritually wise my daughter is despite her severe developmental disability, and how she enriches my life and the lives of those who are willing to acknowledge her special gifts. You seemed to do that with ease. I know Brett lake was a blessing to you and your family. In turn God blessed Brett a great family. What a wonderful reunion you will have one day.

  4. Letty says:

    That’s a beautiful dream.

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