belated birthday

A few weeks ago we went to wish my father a happy birthday .  And Hilary brought balloons which we released into a splendidly blue sky.  Mom, my lovely daughter and I stood for the longest time, watching the balloons bob and float, growing smaller and smaller, until they were nothing more than tiny specks in a vast heaven.  Then gone.


The balloons were entirely Hilly's idea - one to represent each of us - a collective happy birthday salutation.  I was so touched by this that I wanted to share it - a bittersweet memory.  Thank you Hilary -  your thoughtfulness made your Nana's day so much brighter.  Your light never ceases to amaze me. xoxox