Every year on May 7th we head to the party store where everyone chooses a balloon. The lady behind the counter questions why we choose such an odd mix and reminds us the latex balloons are good for just 8 hours. We nod, because we know this and where they are going it doesn't matter how long they last.
These balloons are not for hanging on to, they are for remembering.
Remembering that even our greatest sorrows have joy within them
and that one from among us
has gone on before us. They remind us we have a great hope waiting.
It is a time to remember what was, what wasn't and what is to come.
Pa was out of town on business and we weren't sure he would be back in time to join us. We waited as long as we could. And then at the last minute his car pulled up at the curb.
A moment of confusion while everyone finds their own balloon
No one can be uncheered with a balloon ~Winnie the Pooh