I've thought about one called "Prince of Whiteoak". A few years ago, a family whom I considered some of my best friends lost their son, Ian who was only 11 years old. He had be playing at a local swimming hole on the bank of a river with is father and sister and lots of other kids. But somehow he got tangled in a tree underwater and before anyone knew what happened he was gone. The news was shocking. I only met Ian a few times. But knowing the family, he was sure to grow up to be one of the better people on this Earth. Ian was best friends with one of his cousins. I've often pondered how hard that was for him. So in that way that's impossible I dreamed of ways to help heal this family that I loved so much. Being a friend, I felt helpless to do anything meaningful. I dreamed that Ian had crossed over to land of fantasy that touched on our own dreams. That in this world he was a Prince and needed to save his world. So he reached out in dreams and pulled in his cousin each night while he dreamt. Together they would live out grand adventures together. Of course, I've never written this or any other book. But I still grieve a little for Ian... for as little as I knew him and for his family that misses him. I wish... ah, but what good are wishes?
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