My Deceased Son’s Answer to What It’s All About

photo (2)Headstone still fresh on his grave, my eldest son showed up in the middle of the night with the key to the meaning of life. In this dream where Parker appeared, I was guiding my three surviving children through a city I knew well. It was evening, I was sad and wrung out and felt pressed to get to my car, to get back home.

Suddenly behind me I heard my youngest, Luc, (seven years old at the time), squealing like a newborn. Call it my Mother Bear, call it my short fuse, I swung around to snap the head off of whomever was bugging my boy.

The instant I spun, lip curled and neck tensed to snarl, instead of a “Hey! Cut it out!”, I snagged on the “ow” of “out” and gasped. There, in shorts and his favorite blue t-shirt with his trademark cropped hair was 18-year-old Parker, as unscathed as the last time I’d seen him alive, the day before he died.

He was playfully dangling his youngest brother over a trash can.


Luc on Parker’s shoulders.

You know that full body-and-soul whiplash that yanks you from nearly biting through someone’s jugular to buckling to your knees and kissing their feet? Melting, I lunged toward Parker, and he, (with a look that said, “Oh, Mom, you know I was just kidding around,”) handed his little brother to his sister and reached for me.

His shoulders were familiar, as was his smell. Desperate, I pled, “Tell me, honey. Tell me everything you’ve learned.”

He pulled back a bit. That mini freckle on his nose. That scar on his eyebrow. That one steely fleck in his right iris. It was my child’s face, only seasoned. Slower.

I waited for words.

Bending down, he whispered, “This is it,” and he took a small breath. He searched my eyes, then:

“Every relationship is to bring us to God.”  

I strained.

He stared.

“That’s … that’s it?” I gaped, “There’s nothing more? Nothing else?”

His soft eyes remained fixed.

And the dream closed.


The boys, July 2007

Every Relationship Is to Bring Us to God

Since that dream it’s been my mantra. And like most mantras, it slips out too slickly, sounds cliché, yet has more layers than the Himalayas, more depth than the trenches of the Pacific. It risks oversimplification, and yet it will take my whole life to comprehend. But here’s how I’ve broken it down up to now:

Every relationship.


This means the obvious: all my bona fide biological ties, my family. Then my family through marriage. Then my besties, my closest friends. Then all ranks of associates and regular contacts like teachers, students, classmates, work colleagues, teammates, neighbors, congregation members, parents of my children’s friends, the lady who delivers my mail on her yellow bike even in the snow and rain, the commuters who share my daily ride on the bus, the blue-haired widow who waves as she walks her Dachshund past my window evenings at eight.

All are people with whom I share different degrees of blood and intimacy, experience and history, all people with whom I share space, time, ideas, efforts. All people with whom I share myself and who share with me something of themselves.


Syrian, Afghani, Iraqi, and Iranian German Students

Family, Friends, Strangers, Followers, Foes


In addition to these ^ relationships, there are interactions with those I meet sporadically or even just once. Like the guy loading my mulch on a cart at the garden store. And the lady who cut me off on the freeway exit ramp this morning. Or the infant who cried all through that transatlantic flight. And the parent who slept with his headphones on while his infant cried all through that transatlantic flight. And the crew on that flight. The passengers on every side. The pilot, whom I never saw and who never heard the infant, but whose voice we all heard and whom I trusted to take me “cruising safely at 37,000 feet.”

I interact, most of the time mindlessly, with all of them.

Then there are those I’ve never actually met, but with whom I’ve had some sort of fleeting or superficial interchange. The rabid politician in the news, the celebrity whose fifth marriage is material for a trash mag I leafed through at the doctor’s office, the musician whose song I wail along with in the car.

And the virtual relationships, the FB acquaintances, Instagram posters, Twitter commenters. Blog followers.

And the people on either end of history; my ancestors, my progeny.

Or people on either side of the globe; my countrymen, my political foes.

Relationships. Every last one.


Every Relationship Brings Us To …

All this social interaction, all this mortal jumble? It’s more than learning about teamwork, or an effective way to get stuff done. And it’s also more than learning tolerance and compassion and patience with crying infants and drivers on the Autobahn.

“Every relationship is to bring us to God,” maybe, has to do with this:

Author Toni Morrison, in an interview, remembered having been the young mother who, when her kids walked into the room, scanned them up and down looking for faults. She’d be thinking, Tuck in your shirt, or Comb your hair. She felt that her critical stance meant she was caring for them, which I get only too well. It is what I was doing in my dream when I wanted to ream out the thug behind me who was, I thought, evidently hurting my youngest child. I was set for censoring.

Morrison then offered another approach. She said, “Let your face speak what’s in your heart. When they walk in the room my face says ‘I’m glad to see you’. It’s just as small as that.”

There Are No Neutral Interactions

An approving glance. An encouraging smile. A forgiving shrug. A step forward. A brave nod. This is how we move ourselves and others toward the best in humanity and toward deity.

A whispered judgment. A punishing glare. A jealous glower. A turned back. A swift dismissal. A spin around to bite through a jugular. This is how we move ourselves and others away from each other, away from divinity.

What if I were to enter all my social encounters not perched to swoop in with criticism, or stiffened behind all sorts of false boundaries (like a difference in race, religion, political grouping, jealousy, shame, whatever), but poised, instead, radiating one primary thought: “I am glad to see you”?

I believe it would change me, the other person, the encounter, everything.


I know.  You’re saying, “I’m glad to see you” is easy when you really are glad to see someone. And in my case in the dream I was more than glad. I was unzipped, liquefied with love and longing for my son.  Let me say the obvious: when there’s been no bad blood, and you see your absent beloved again, every minor critique you might have stockpiled during mortality vanishes in the hot flash flood of love.

But what about all the other relationships? What about most of them, the ones that exact superhuman effort from us? The ones where we’d rather say, “I’m glad to see you … go“?

That’s where Parker’s advice really gets traction. While most great mythic traditions and even modern pop spirituality claim God is found above and outside of the messiness of human interaction, maybe while sitting solo and contemplating a snowflake from atop a lone peak, I’m saying that God is found in the trenches. God is down here in the grit. God’s in the mix.

And so, too, say the experts. Harvard professor Michael Puett comments on what ancient Chinese philosophers would think about modernity’s going–it-solo attitude, and why our personal relationships are what mortality is all about:

They [Chinese ancients] saw each of us bumping up against other messy creatures all day long. This is what it means to be on this earth: our lives are composed almost entirely of the relationships we have with those around us.

 For most of us, those relationships aren’t easy. [Can I get an amen?] That’s because, as these philosophers understood well, as we endlessly bump up against each other, loving one another, trying to get along, we tend to fall into patterns of behavior. We react in the same predictable ways. Encounters with people draw out a variety of emotions and reactions from us: One sort of comment will almost invariably draw out feelings of anger, while a certain gesture from someone else might elicit a feeling of calm. Our days are spent being passively pulled in one direction or another depending on who we encounter or what situations we are in. Worse still, these passive reactions have a cascading effect. We react even to the subtlest signals from those around us. A smile or a frown on a passerby can cause a slight change in our mood in an instant. The reactive patterns we get stuck in — sometimes good, but more often, bad — ripple outward and affect others too.

In other words, there are no neutral interactions. All of our actions and reactions send vibrations into a vast webwork that either brings us and others to God (or to wholeness, light, love, healing, The Source of All Meaning, whatever you call The Best Thing You Dare Imagine), or drives us and others from the same. Every thinkable link I have to every last human being plays not just a part in how I grow and experience meaning and joy, but adds in some (major or infinitesimal) way to others’ wellbeing. And that truth is why relationships are what it’s all about, and why they are at once so infuriatingly hard while being so immeasurably valuable.

Every Relationship Brings Us to an Understanding of God

Yes, there are those few relationships that flourish without a lot of effort, and therewith offer a glimpse of what godliness might feel like. But more often relationships are plain old spiritual work. They grate on us. Leave us blistered. There are those, too –– and we’ve all had them––that don’t just pumice us. They skin us alive.

And how do those relationships bring us to God? In my experience, they bring us to an understanding of God’s nature. They let us learn of Him.


Him. Let me take license and talk specifically for a moment about the God I worship. The Being I strive to comprehend and hope to emulate responded majestically in all relationships, but particularly in the most injurious ones. Herod, Pilate, Judas, Peter, Roman centurions, mocking Sanhedrin, ungrateful lepers, and the centuries’ long saga of modern scoffers and arrogant erudites –– before them all and for them all Jesus Christ stands blameless. No figure in history, no God of any other myth possesses the dignity, selfless love and self-mastery in human relations that Christ embodies. No other being I know of has not only withstood betrayal, exploitation, usury, abandonment, cruelty and hidden agendas but has gone so far as to absorb abuse in all its forms and transform those evils into healing for all, including the abusers.

Like everyone, I’ve known a small portion of those injuries I just listed. When I have, (like recently, when a close friendship took a turn I never expected into an unmarked dead end), I had to fight to muzzle my Mother Bear, retract my claws, and swallow my snarls.

And right then, in rushed Parker’s words. They helped me breathe through what felt to me like lovelessness directed at me and my family, but just as important, they showed me how far I am from mastering The Master’s manner in response to hurt and betrayal.

What have I learned, then, from what my son taught me in a dream?

That all relationships –– including the ones we might have to step out of for everyone’s wellbeing –– are gifts that help us approach God.  By reflecting on His exquisite response to even the ugliest human tendencies (others’ and our own), we see how far we mortals are from His standard of loving-kindness and perfect compassion. In the end, then, every relationship brings us not only to God, but also to the God within each of us.


(Portrait: Courtesy of Jennifer Quinton ©)


What do you think? Which relationships have taught you the most? Tried you the most? Are those two kinds of relationships one and the same?

What have your best and richest relationships taught you?

Taking the definition of “relationships” a step further, what other interconnections besides those with humans “bring us to God”?

And to the basics: What does “bring us to God” mean to you?


© Melissa Dalton-Bradford and, 2016. This work (text and images) is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. . . which means, as long you’re not selling it, you’re welcome to share, but please remember to give me a link and mention my name.




130 thoughts on “My Deceased Son’s Answer to What It’s All About

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  2. I read a really terrible book a few years ago, except it had one passage in it that really spoke to me. It said (and I’m really paraphrasing here) that every living thing spends it’s energy on praising God. So all of the flower, plants, trees, chairs (made of wood or other “living” fabric), animals… they are all praising God while they are on the earth. I loved that part of the book and thought it was beautiful.
    I also love that your son came to you in your dream. I keep having dreams about my grandmother’s house. The night she passed away I had a dream that I was in her home and walking her out the door (of her home). I remember missing her as I shut the door after she left and wanting to go back out to get her. Love dreams like that!

    • Ktbr-

      All living things spend their energy praising God. I get that, and so did some of my favorite poets, many of them transcendentalists, like Rainer Maria Rilke in his Duino Elegies, and Gerard Manley Hopkins in “God’s Grandeur.” (You probably know Hopkins’ work, but I’ll include here anyway, just because.)

      “To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.”
      ― Rainer Maria Rilke

      God’s Grandeur
      Gerard Manley Hopkins

      The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
      It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
      It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
      Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
      Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
      And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
      And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
      Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
      And for all this, nature is never spent;
      There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
      And though the last lights off the black West went
      Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
      Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
      World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

  3. My oldest son died too, and about a month after he died, visited me in a dream too. I didn’t think to ask him what he had been learning, I just told him I missed him so much, and he told me, “I know mom, but I’m right here…” I got a hug and the reassurance that he was with me! Oh how that has carried me though! Thanks for being unselfish enough to ask your son and share with us what he has learned. I do so much beleive it, now it’s just living up to it I hope for!!

    • Raeghn-

      Ah, so sad to hear that your eldest also passed away. And that he assured you he was with you is what I had learned from dreams I’d had of Parker previous to this one. In those, I said just as you said and Parker said just what your son said. They are all with us.

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  6. What came to me reading this was we need charity, the pure love of Christ. Read the Beautitudes. They spell it out too. I’ve had dreams too. Thanks for sharing this precious dream. It is a reminder we need to be kind toward all.

  7. I suppose that what your son “taught” in your dream was something you already knew, and something almost all of us know, but to hear it so succinctly put into words is life-changing.

    “Bring us to God?” To me that means we can be sanctified through all of our relationships as we seek the will of God and not to act on indifferent or naturally-selfish feelings and desires- Doing to others what is right in His sight will result in us understanding His great love for each of His children. In doing so we will come to know how infinitely He loves each one of His children from the least “flawed” to the most. (And surely I will understand that I am somewhere on that continuum.)
    We will also understand His kind and merciful and generous heart as we develop hearts like that in ourselves.
    We can only appreciate His sacrifice/Their sacrifice for us, when we sacrifice for others. That sacrifice includes personal pride and ego along with any other selfish and self-serving tendency.

    The scriptures teach that when He comes again we “will know Him, for (we) shall be like Him”. Every relationship brings us to God.


    • Melanie-

      You’ve added important texture to the theme of “Every Relationship…” Thank you for the fluid and graceful line of thought, and for these two lines especially:

      “We can only appreciate His sacrifice/Their sacrifice for us, when we sacrifice for others. That sacrifice includes personal pride and ego along with any other selfish and self-serving tendency.”

      In a future post, I plan on exploring the idea of “Their” sacrifice. And I’m convinced that the sacrifice of ego — the process of self-emptying — is where real confidence and wholeness are discovered.

      Have you read the works of M. Catherine Thomas, especially The God Seed? She explores these topics at length.

      Thank you for being here.


  8. I saw this post as a link on Facebook relating to my nephew who passed away two years ago. I love everything you mentioned but as I got looking over your profile I realized that you are accomplishing everything I ever have dreamed of. You are truly inspiring. Thank you.

  9. i have not had any dream or anything since my son died. im doing my best to carry on life and most people dont know or when they know they are amazed i have had this loss,,, but in me there is a grave lack. and at the same time there is a normal life too,
    im not able to express how the life keeps going and so do i… and yet hes not here

      • Carl–And maybe it’s the MOST important relationship of all. So how does that read? “Your relationship with yourself is to bring you to God.”

        Love thyself. Forgive thyself. Show reverence and tenderness toward thyself. Understand thyself. See the God within thyself.


    • Tina- I know many more who’ve not had dreams than those who do. And many more who feel no ongoing connection with their deceased beloveds than those who do. Or at least….they don’t share their dreams and don’t talk about a sense of lingering presence. Some don’t believe it can happen, some, who might be inclined to believe, find it too foolish to share with anyone. (They might lose credibility with others, might be made fun of, someone might think they’re crazy, etc.) And some, frankly, don’t want an ongoing connection. That’s understandable when relationships were jagged during life.

      I do hope you understand that I haven’t shared to make anyone feel guilty, frustrated, less than, or cheated. I hope you haven’t felt that way; it is torturous enough to lose a child. No one should do anything to make you feel worse. I wish you (and your son) all the very, very best.

  10. Thank you so very much for sharing this. I cried as I read for many reasons , but mostly for the truth in the words that you spoke. You and Parker have brought me and my family a little closer to Heavenly Father!!

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  13. Dear Melissa, this is Allison Russell Thaut (Wendy’s sister) and appreciate your openness so much. I too have had Brian in a dream and he has appeared to many with such special messages. I wish he would come to me more so this means the world to me. I am still in the whole denial phase and wish I could feel peace again. I loved your book so much and need to read it again. Now that the fog has been lifted and everything I originally read is more of a fog than anything, I need to get going again. Thank you for your honesty and opening with your ups and down’s. I admire you so much. We both lost so much of our hearts. That ache will never, ever go away. I pray for you as well.

  14. Melissa
    You introduced me to teenaged Parker when I saw you in Princeton. You have brought the sadness of his passing full circle with this message of enduring closeness.
    As I wonder and pray how I might be an instrument in God’s hand to advance His purposes, it hadn’t occurred to me that we do so by being kindly empathetic in all of our interractions. That seems trite compared to great acts of ministry and service but apparently has eternal consequences. It sets the tone for Him to exist in our mundane activities.
    I am grateful that this came to my attention. God will be evident within others. I will see others as He sees them.
    This stirs pleasant thoughts. Best regards.

    • What this woman expresses so perfectly is what I have believed for many years. It came as a result of feeling God’s love for me completely in spite of my weaknesses. I wanted to help others feel the same….everyone. This article is truth!

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