Sometimes we simply cannot see what is in front of us. But that, in its own way, is a blessing. It shields us from the painful reality... and it also indicates that despite the physical exterior, we really, truly see the person within. Love amplifies it.
I'm glad he comes to you in dreams. Cherish them, write them down (journal them), and take them out and read them on days like today. And if you feel so inclined, share them with his mom. She needs to hear the good memories, the things about him which touched you.
At my Mom's funeral, I did the service at the cemetery (the Committal). It was a profoundly powerful experience for me. At the end of the liturgy of committal, the following prayer is said:
Eternal God, you have shared with us the life of __________.
Before s/he was our, s/he is yours.
For all that _________ has given us to make us what we are,
for that of him/her which lives and grows in each of us,
and for his/her life that in your love will never end,
we give you thanks.
As now we offer ____________ back into your arms,
comfort us in our loneliness,
strengthen us in our weakness,
and give us courage to face the future unafraid.
Draw those of us who remain in this life closer to one another,
make us faithful to serve one another,
and give us to know that peace and joy which is eternal life;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Amen.
I hope you are able to find peace and joy today. :hug: