User blog:ZachWadeWilson/Uncle Ben

He was fast asleep, though his dreams were filled with one person. Uncle Ben. Over and over he played the scene in his dreams. "Ben." he whispered. As he slept, a small breeze drifted through, even though no windows were open. The breeze collected a small group of dust. It gathered together and formed a minute whirlwind and started rising. It formed to a small column and formed the shape of a tall, aged, man. He was wearing a checkered shirt and had silvery gray hair pulled back into a tail. He pulled a pair of glasses from his shirt pocket and placed them over his eyes. He walked over to the bed and sits down with a sigh. "So...dying. I can't say I enjoyed the experience but it could have been worse.” He placed his hand gently on the boy's shoulder. “I just want you to know that it wasn't your fault. It was always going to happen. I am always meant to die for you to become the man you’re meant to be.” He sighs deeply. “I know I’ve told you this before but let me say it again before I go.” He clears his throat “Your father had a philosophy that he held onto pretty strongly. And it’s one that served him very, very well. He believed that if there were things in this world that you had to offer, things that you did well- better than anyone else, things that you could do to help people or made people feel better about themselves, well, he believed that it wasn’t just a good idea to do those things, he believed it was your responsibility to do those things. Don’t try to be something else. Don’t try to be less. Great things are going to happen to you and your life, Peter. Great things. And with that will come great responsibility. Do you understand? Great responsibility.” He stands up and smooths his shirt. “Well I guess its time for me to go. Remember Peter, great things are coming. Don’t let them go to waste.” He start dematerializing and whispered “I love you Peter. Never forget that.” He faded away. “Son”