From One Nightmare to the Next

I had a dream last night that snapped me out of my funk.  In my dream I was searching for Gracie.  We finally found her in a wooded area.  I think she was barely alive when we found her but had been brutally raped.  The investigator or examiner told me her pelvis had been broken and I was shocked that he was being so graphic. I didn't think it was the appropriate time to tell me these things but I didn't say anything to him to make him stop.  I'm pretty sure she died while he was telling me but I can't remember exactly.  I just remember seeing her little body just as it was last year, size, her face...everything.  I was so overcome with the idea of such brutality on my little girl.  I woke up crying and had to think for a minute...convince myself it was just a dream.  I then had to remind myself that Gracie had died but found relief and comfort that the dream was not how she died.  I was all at once filled with gratitude that she didn't die in such a brutal way.  I found myself praying in my heart a prayer of thanks that Gracie had a peaceful death and will never endure such agony.  It's odd and unorthodox that such a nightmare seemed to have pulled me out of my funk...If only for today, I'm grateful.